[Intro]
How you feel ‘bout all this shit?
(Fuck all these niggas man, God got us)
Yeah, [?]
(Ayy Marc, what it do?)
I still be thinkin’ what the fuck we should do ‘bout Dump?
(Beatmonster)
(Shit)
[Verse 1]
Shots firin’, took his head off
Makin’ money with my head on
Blood travel when the red out
Dead body, never left alone
Apprehended and I’m [?] off
Same minute that I’m left alone
Bullets flyin’, momma’s cryin’, mind traumatized
(Everybody know Stroud)
Not knowin’ where I went wrong
Sad seven still the sickest in the game
Money comin’ in, in another lane
Still thuggin’, hit a nigga with thе flame
Catch ‘em slippin’ and I’m blowin’ out the brain
Need lovе, I’m endurin’ all the pain
Million up and I still feel the same
Cuttin’ up and they say I need to change
Innocent, I ain’t ever do a thing
She in college and she still don’t got a brain
Penitentiary, talkin’ ‘bout them things
Bonds go to quarter, now we in the paint
Black askin’ why Ms. Rita buy a thing
Totin’ a carbon while I’m dippin’ through that lane
Block boys first one to gang bang
Hunnit racks, just tryna put em’ on a plane
Greyhound, I invested in the paint
How you feel ‘bout all this shit?
(Fuck all these niggas man, God got us)
Yeah, [?]
(Ayy Marc, what it do?)
I still be thinkin’ what the fuck we should do ‘bout Dump?
(Beatmonster)
(Shit)
[Verse 1]
Shots firin’, took his head off
Makin’ money with my head on
Blood travel when the red out
Dead body, never left alone
Apprehended and I’m [?] off
Same minute that I’m left alone
Bullets flyin’, momma’s cryin’, mind traumatized
(Everybody know Stroud)
Not knowin’ where I went wrong
Sad seven still the sickest in the game
Money comin’ in, in another lane
Still thuggin’, hit a nigga with thе flame
Catch ‘em slippin’ and I’m blowin’ out the brain
Need lovе, I’m endurin’ all the pain
Million up and I still feel the same
Cuttin’ up and they say I need to change
Innocent, I ain’t ever do a thing
She in college and she still don’t got a brain
Penitentiary, talkin’ ‘bout them things
Bonds go to quarter, now we in the paint
Black askin’ why Ms. Rita buy a thing
Totin’ a carbon while I’m dippin’ through that lane
Block boys first one to gang bang
Hunnit racks, just tryna put em’ on a plane
Greyhound, I invested in the paint
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