Sundown (feat. 21 Lil Harold)

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    Woah, uh-huh
    Uh-huh, yeah

    Lost so many friend, can't put my gun down
    The opps so mad 'cause they get spinned till the sundown (On God)
    If I ain't owe you at least a ten, you can't even come 'round
    This 4L shit locked in for life, you know my background (Facts, pussy)
    Even when I'm in church, can't put my strap down (Uh-huh)
    We put niggas on white tee shirt when they get smacked down (Uh-huh)
    Yeah, still remember them nights my mama ain't have no lights
    And I can't trust you with my life, if you ain't rockin' that knife (Knife)
    Eighteen, young nigga tryna ball, I ain't have hoop dreams (Uh-huh)
    Nineteen, Glock right on my side, I got blood on my jeans
    Twenty shit, I done seen my close partner turn to a dope fiend
    Back then twenty one, drop a nigga for my guy, leave him right there on the scene
    Pussy

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    It's only in the makin', nigga
    Just wait till your time come, nigga
    Be patient, nigga
    Till then, niggas stackin' money up, nigga
    Catch up

    Look
    Way before this rap I been adapt to how shit go and how shit happen
    It get drastic, playin' like that at the park, it like Jurassic after dark
    Gymnastic, a nigga done jumped the gate tryna escape the gun sparkin'
    If you hear them dogs barkin' at me, danger
    My brother tote the tools, so when he takin' out his anger
    Then he aim that bitch at you, and squeeze it like you gettin' strangled
    All this shit so painful, but we made it through
    Nigga just tryna make a move, but me, I'm makin' major moves
    2012, I was sittin' in a cell, they done put me out of school
    2013, I was livin' off of Fairburn, workin' at the Dominos
    2014, I was tourin' with the bros, openin' for Ab-Soul
    2015, I was gettin' to the dough, good to see a nigga grow
    But his heart cold, and the nigga don't know where to start though
    We was snatchin' shit out of the Walmart, scratchin' number, the serial barcode
    With the money, we go to Wachovia way before when it was a Wells Fargo
    So I pray that somebody watch over me
    And nigga be trappin' his rap, like Narcos, move it all around the globe
    Pussy

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