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

Yo, the garden of redemption, half of my is fenced in
For being men, never listening
Like Sonny Listen on pisten, 25 was no surprise
He shot 3 niggas left one

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

He the cleaves to an island off the Florida Keys
out, Dunn had a 3 story penthouse
450 C on
Young made the move on the New York street

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

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

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

Young Gods you shout them guns you kill sons
get into the pen for murder one
I rather be rich, lay back and spark shit
Killed now son of being hit by a

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

Jet skied on 'em then around corner on 'em
4 o'clock in the morning, I the ski mask on 'em
My little man's on the corner when I it on 'em
357 slug on 'em
bitches that was bugging for him you know 'em

Some bitches problem be holding
20, 25 years on 'em they
Now with the shit with the twelve burner to be on it
12 O'Clock is on it on it and niggas don't want it

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

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