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Young when you shout them guns you kill sons
Can't get into the pen for one
I be rich, lay back and spark that shit
Killed now son of hit by a bullet

Yo, the garden of redemption, of my clan is fenced in
For being lynch men, never
Like Sonny on Riker's pisten, 25 was no surprise
He 3 niggas left one paralyzed

With palms, them niggas tried and raped his moms
Start at his chest
Shells went to his charms on Saint Nicks, call branch
The weed spot kid, 2 niggas dead, history, a pyramid

He mailed the cleaves to an island off the Florida
Bent out, had a 3 story penthouse
450 C on
Young fakes the move on the New York street

Extraordinary he flipped his man to see the nigga
Check the sub though, key Joe Colombo
Got a kid out in Florida on the low
Pushin' a Benz-O, O-O and mo'

He selled his smoke out the store, Boe kicked in the
Bran was in the back gamblin' with 2 pounds of on the table
My Dunn out with guns stable
Of course, he up sniffing white whores

The German's in his with the task force
it too hot we self cock the full five
First sneaky hit the back a shell through his eye
He screamed, the rest of his team
Got ripped to like a 88 jeans

Young Gods you shout them guns you kill sons
Can't get the pen for murder one
I rather be rich, lay and spark that shit
Killed now son of hit by a bullet

shut the fuck up and drown the keys in the pool
Keep your cool be knocking on the door soon
Said they heard about that cat you murdered the boom
You shoulda swooped on 'em stayed Water do 'em on him

Jet skied on 'em then flew around on 'em
4 in the morning, I threw the ski mask on 'em
My man's on the corner when I plant it on 'em
357 slug on 'em
Some bitches was bugging for him you know 'em

Some bitches problem be holding
20, 25 years on 'em growing
Now back with the shit with the burner to be on it
12 O'Clock is on it Darkman on it and niggas want it

Young Gods you shout them guns you kill sons
Can't get the pen for murder one
I rather be rich, lay and spark that shit
Killed now son of hit by a bullet

Young Gods when you shout them guns you sons
Can't get into the pen for one
I rather be rich, lay and spark that shit
Killed now son of being hit by a