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38 bang dat glock, who da fuck ass gon take my spot?
Loaded up a clip then I Aim then shot
Put these weak muhfuckers in a heinous spot
Take this box you get buried in da ground
We done moved lotta white wit da Mary by da pound
We up so high but we staring at the ground
Cause we lost all homies airing errybody out
Sick of this shit, don’t hand me dat gat
I been pissed and my list, got ya family in dat
Can’t fix what I’ve ripped I got hammers in da back
Might split up ya shit, no bandages for that
Bumps and da liquor got ya feelin like a God
And Our hearts in the trash so we stealing what you robbed
Some fools would be cool wit a Millin wit a drop
Not me got me chasing Feelings of mirage
Homies in a cage now we act cold
Hit a lotta licks can’t repeat that tho
Had another charge but we beat that tho
If a homie say sum I got the heat packed hoe
Ever since a kid we been off that liquor
In the street runnin wild where they pop that trigger
If it’s drugs or a job always got that skrilla
Cause the vision was so big saying “cop that villa”
Been thru dis shit so we got a lotta pain
And rapped for no crowds but we bought a lot of chains
And we ran thru these hoes so we got a lotta game
And we know ain’t shit sweet on the other side of fame
Bumps and da liquor got ya feelin like a God
And Our hearts in the trash so we stealing what you robbed
Some fools would be cool wit a Millin wit a drop
Not me got me chasing Feelings of mirage
