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    (I need to talk to Mike Laury
    Yeah, you got Mike Laury)
    (Dubba-AA flex)
    (Winning lottery numbers coming up)

    I can't quit at all, at all
    I ain't hurt (I ain't hurt, nigga) at all, at all
    On my soul, at all, at all
    Stay the same as my pain grow, ridin' 'round with my bros (this is the sound)

    Ridin' in the Maybach, let's go
    Ten M's up, nigga, let's go
    He a dreadhead, my bro leave him dead in front that store
    On three different drugs tryna take away my pain, but it's still gon' flow
    Try my hardest to put a smile on top my mans, but he still can't cope

    On the highway, out the window, do somethin'
    Need it my way, bam, bam, shoot somethin'
    He a head hunter rude boy, trust nothin'
    She got a nice round bum, but can't paint her nails
    Do a hit real sick, it be cold the whole summеr
    I can't figure how she comin', I'ma give hеr to my mama
    Any minute, I'ma cut a nigga, knowin' I'ma slime him
    Everything goin' bad, you can trust him, still time him
    Niggas steady rappin', we be shootin' at the bitch
    Sound of the stick goin' boom when it hit
    Sound of the smoke, real loud when it's lit
    Still let it off with a crowd in the midst
    Black card, matte stick, I'm it
    Don't pick die if you try one trick
    Right gang, but she say: Wrong bitch
    Young, rich nigga, he done took a wrong fix
    Overdose, can't shake back, no
    Harbor freight, get the Jack from the store
    White trace, that's a whole lotta snow
    Ridin' by my Kirk with a 30 and a pole
    With a young bitch, she don't want me, it's vivid
    But I don't need her hand when I'm runnin' up Benji's
    Real deal business, this real Blood business
    Really spill those, dead bodies in the trenches
    Real slime, that was my partner for a minute
    Contract from my brother when them hollows got up in it
    Dodgin' bullets in the car when them shottas sent the men
    All praise to Allah, one was dead in less than sixty
    We gon' burn 'em for real, leave 'em dead if he miss
    Shooter aim when you shot at them, fuck with my bodies
    I'ma foreign my engine, take lots of narcotics
    Why they cookin' 'em rocks? Die protectin' that body
    Through the house, the aroma, it cover the closet
    I don't say that ain't it, but I still wan' cop it
    I'ma flood out this bitch to whoever come cash
    Police ran in this bitch, no one say nothin' about it
    I ain't got nothin' I wanna do better with my life, but take narcotics with my life
    Collect these bodies with your life, send it to the Most Highest
    Nigga showin' off, got it took when he got it
    Nigga ran off, tell me what you doin' 'bout it?
    You don't know off the dome shit, can't write
    With the Glock when you see the kid, on sight
    Bullets started playin' 'round with tension, got focused
    Got another pack rolled up, he gon' smoke it
    Ten grand, twenty grand, all night scope
    We're up all day high, we're up all day slow

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    I can't quit at all, at all
    I ain't hurt at all, at all
    On my soul, at all, at all
    Stay the same as my pain grow, ridin' 'round with my bros

    Ridin' in the Maybach, let's go
    Ten M's up, nigga, let's go
    He a dreadhead, my bro leave him dead in front that store
    On three different drugs tryna take away my pain, but it's still gon' flow
    Try my hardest to put a smile on top my mans, but he still can't cope

    Herm steady talkin' 'bout: Top, just let me shoot him, no
    I can't teach a nigga shit, I can make it out him
    I ain't need no tutor, been advanced for the road
    Doped up, two or three tools, doin' shows
    Forty on my teeth and two hundred for my pole
    Three hundred for my car, extra sneeze for the nose
    I be runnin' to the money soon as it reach my phone
    I ain't got nothin' I wanna do better with my life, but take narcotics with my life
    Collect these bodies with your life, send it to the Most Highest
    Nigga showin' off, got it took when he got it
    Nigga ran off, tell me what you doin' 'bout it?
    You don't know off the dome shit, can't write
    With the Glock when you see the kid, on sight

    I can't quit (quit) at all, at all
    I ain't hurt (I ain't hurt) at all, at all
    On my soul, at all, at all
    Stay the same as my pain grow, ridin' 'round with my bros

    Ridin' in the Maybach, let's go
    Ten M's up, nigga, let's go
    He a dreadhead, my bro leave him dead in front that store (this is the sound)
    On three different drugs tryna take away my pain, but it's still gon' flow
    Try my hardest to put a smile on top my mans, but he still can't cope

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