[Part I]
[Verse:]
Sometimes I wanna' quit, but gang tell me, "Keep goin', you go 7-30"
I got a bag, it been a minute since a bitch done curved me
I keep a Gen. and be alert, but I ain't never worried
[?] and niggas pulled up twenty-deep so he could serve me
I seen my baby heartbeat, I wish my nigga had one
It ain't no love in these streets, so I keep me a handgun
We up the sco' and hit one wit' a [?], call that a AND1
We ride wit' switches, you can't blame me, I'm my grandma's grandson
Load up the box wit' seven smackers, they gon' get thе job done
Bitch where I'm from, you chеck the mail, come back, yo' fuckin' car gone
Been outside for a week, I'm feelin' weak, been servin' this strong
He hit me for a feat', I heard he sweet, can't get on his song
I serve whoever, that mean preachers, teachers, kids, and deacons
Paid my tithes from every juug, this life ain't fit for Mr. Mingles
Twenty years just from one of these guns, so I pray God'll keep me
Get his drop then pop up like a quiz, like I could teach detention
I been losin' weight, could starve myself, I still'll be the biggest
I'm evolvin', I got in my bank wit' 'posits in these [?]
Not arthritis, not even APD is stoppin' me from business
Seen my baby face and that's exactly what stopped me from sinn--
[Part II]
[Verse:]
Sometimes I wanna' quit, but gang tell me, "Keep goin', you go 7-30"
I got a bag, it been a minute since a bitch done curved me
I keep a Gen. and be alert, but I ain't never worried
[?] and niggas pulled up twenty-deep so he could serve me
I seen my baby heartbeat, I wish my nigga had one
It ain't no love in these streets, so I keep me a handgun
We up the sco' and hit one wit' a [?], call that a AND1
We ride wit' switches, you can't blame me, I'm my grandma's grandson
Load up the box wit' seven smackers, they gon' get thе job done
Bitch where I'm from, you chеck the mail, come back, yo' fuckin' car gone
Been outside for a week, I'm feelin' weak, been servin' this strong
He hit me for a feat', I heard he sweet, can't get on his song
I serve whoever, that mean preachers, teachers, kids, and deacons
Paid my tithes from every juug, this life ain't fit for Mr. Mingles
Twenty years just from one of these guns, so I pray God'll keep me
Get his drop then pop up like a quiz, like I could teach detention
I been losin' weight, could starve myself, I still'll be the biggest
I'm evolvin', I got in my bank wit' 'posits in these [?]
Not arthritis, not even APD is stoppin' me from business
Seen my baby face and that's exactly what stopped me from sinn--
[Part II]
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