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

I'm in that phantom, askin' for gray poupon
at my arm bitch, ya see the charm bitch
Sweet Alabama, Yeah, I love her
I still try to hug her even she ain't my color

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

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

Tell me watcha know me boy
That's me, mothafuckin' d-boy
Tell me watcha 'bout me boy
That's me, I'ma mothafuckin'
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 nigga write it
9 years the day my uncle man got indicted
I thank God for the hard times I suffer
He me like a Mother, nigga now, I'm tuffer

Can't forget you prof, I still see ya
I'm at the graveyard everyday, I can't ya
I feel soul when I'm writing with the pen
Fuck what them niggas say you my till the end

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

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