Relax Nay Benz

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[Intro]
...Denim, word to my dead, nigga (Ah)

[Verse]
I'm finna say this, they gotta relax (On bro)
Rah Rah got left in the cab
Fuck Notti, went out to a stab (Rah Rah)
Wayne, Caine, them niggas got clapped (OYK)
Lo in the cut, how the fuck he ain't peep? (What?)
Like, he could get shot tryna speak (GPop)
Call Fee, he slide in the Jeep
Knocker, P's, somethin' he ain't keep (Frankie)
Glo, Mex, Butta, Zay, AJ, Ray, put in the grave
Fee, Day, they let it spray
We keep a chopper, can't go out like Jake (Jakey)
Homie dead, ain't make it to mama
Get shot if he jackin' Osama
Niggas be dirty, run up a comma (OYK)
Niggas be gay, only worriеd 'bout drama (Grrah, grrah, boom)
Yo, Sha, let's run on the opps
Nazzy, I'm finna to send him to Pop
Dee ran, hit in thе shop
OGzK, [?]
Rah died dissin' the guys
Bobby, Dotty, they got me fried (Dotty)

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