Front St. (SNIPPET) Zotiyac

[Verse]
Rest in peace to all the dead ones
The coppers where we ran from
Granny screaming in the streets, the bitch just lost her grandson
The enemies, the loners hunt won't run up 'cause I ain't the one
Deuce-deuce for the prodigy
There's still blood on my diary
Lately, all these bitches prolly seen a different side of me
I ain't the kid I used to be, I'm waiting for my unity
They put money on a table, ask a nigga if I'm able
I'm unstable, fuck a label
I put bullet shells in cradles
Crips and bloods ain't teach me this
What's crackin' cuz? Now drop your shit
In the slums it's on my hip, and in the slump I'm dumpin' clips
Bodies underwater with the fishes had to wet 'em up
Niggas always falling for the bitches had to set 'em up
You learn from me, or burn with me, a furnace get the heat from me
They say I'm a mystery, I do my shit in secrecy
You won't hear me talk about a bitch who used to be with me
'Cause I ain't worried 'bout that shit, I'm worried 'bout what's recently—

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