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You niggas gon' learn buck a
D-boy squad a buckin' Rich Boy

I'm in that phantom, for that gray poupon
Look at my arm bitch, ya see the charm
Sweet home Alabama, Yeah, I her
I still try to hug her even though she my color

Yeah, I'm fucking wit that home boy but ain't left
See, I got enough heart to march with Martin Luther
Got them killers right by me and we can a party
If ya niggas try me, surprise

We got fireworks for ya
Pop the trunk ,get the inside lemme show ya
Niggas treat that coke like a
A cocaine like a murder up in Copeland
Pick ya like a buncha snow flakes
Yeah, I put that weight down, now it's estate

me watcha know 'bout me boy
That's me, I'ma mothafuckin'
Tell me watcha 'bout me boy
me, I'ma mothafuckin' d-boy
Yeah, so go d-boy, yeah, so go
Yeah, so go d-boy, yeah, so go

If it ain't the truth me and my don't write it
9 years the day my uncle man got indicted
I thank God for the hard times I suffer
He protect me like a Mother, nigga now, I'm

Can't forget about you prof, I see ya
I'm at the everyday, I can't leave ya
I feel your soul when I'm writing the pen
Fuck what niggas say you my brother till the end

Nigga save a for me, tell God I'm coming
Niggas killin' fo' that money but they're leavin' here nothing
If it a game motherfucker, win it
As far as I'm concerned, no competition in it

me the gritty green 'cause I'm wanna lie
Now my [unverified] mommy better thank she got
[Unverified] get some shit, just got a new
Congratulations 'cause ya son made a with his mouth