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    Sonic

    Talk slick, he a dead man
    Shots from the FN sprayin'
    These days, they don't give a fuck
    They'll shoot where the kids playin'
    Judge tryna give 'em life so them gang signs turn to prayer hands
    I come from a dark place, I'll never be there again
    Double G's on everything, Gucci my headband
    Keep smokin' these dead niggas, I feel like Redman
    Pourin' lean up out my cup, runnin' through these bucks for my dead friends
    Capalot bought guns for the hood, heard that's what the feds sayin'

    My life a movie, ever since birth, it's been lights, camera, action
    I did a lot of shit in these streets but only got booked for trappin'
    I'm from Chicago, where it's normal to hear .40's clappin'
    All you hear is them shots let off, that door slam, and them tires scratchin'
    Rollie on my wrist, gotta get more rich, I want that brand new Patek
    I ball like AI, this shit effortless, don't give a fuck 'bout practice
    Where I'm from we all on that car
    If he drive too fast, we gon' let him have it
    Opposition wanna kill me, and I'll be damned if I let it happen
    And the day I leave this earth, I'ma die with legend status
    I'ma reunite with my demons, we gon' be in Heaven cappin'
    Hundred K on VVS, just to show I'm blessed from rappin'
    I keep this glizzy tucked if they plan on necklace snatchin'

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    Talk slick, he a dead man
    Shots from the FN sprayin'
    These days, they don't give a fuck
    They'll shoot where the kids playin'
    Judge tryna give 'em life so them gang signs turn to prayer hands
    I come from a dark place, I'll never be there again
    Double G's on everything, Gucci my headband
    Keep smokin' these dead niggas, I feel like Redman
    Pourin' lean up out my cup, runnin' through these bucks for my dead friends
    Capalot bought guns for the hood, heard that's what the feds sayin'

    My shoes from Germany, like James Harden, Euro step on the scene
    Double G's, new Margiela, Alexander McQueen
    And you know that bag on me, it's at least fifty bands in them jeans
    Pockets fat and my jewelry dancing
    Diamonds flooded like New Orleans
    Lavish life, now I live like a king
    I got on, now I'm blessing my team
    Told my brother: I got your back
    Show my niggas what loyalty means
    But this shit wasn't as easy as it seems
    My homie died at 16
    I remember I was up all night
    Kept seeing death in my dreams
    I was posted on Sed with them fiends
    Hot and 'em got the TEC with the stream
    Laser tag, we was playin' with them beams
    Young nigga tryna kill everything
    Touch his soul in this four nickel ring
    It's a whole lot of shots flying in your FaceTime

    When that Smith & Wesson ring (ayy)

    Talk slick, he a dead man
    Shots from the FN sprayin'
    These days, they don't give a fuck
    They'll shoot where the kids playin'
    Judge tryna give 'em life so them gang signs turn to prayer hands
    I come from a dark place, I'll never be there again
    Double G's on everything, Gucci my headband
    Keep smokin' these dead niggas, I feel like Redman
    Pourin' lean up out my cup, runnin' through these bucks for my dead friends
    Capalot bought guns for the hood, heard that's what the feds sayin'

    Sonic

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