(I always keep a 40 by my side, it ain't no 9 on me
Tryna catch me slippin', so they always got they eyes on me
Say I'm acting different, but that's just these bitches lyin' on me
Death before dishonor, too many real n****s dying on me
Yeah)
I always keep a 40 by my side, it ain't no 9 on me
Tryna catch me slippin', so they always got they eyes on me
Say I'm acting different, but that's just these bitches lyin' on me
Death before dishonor, too many real n****s dying on me
Yeah
They try'na say I'm finessin'
'cause n****s see that I'm flexing
I did a lot people wrong, but I be still countin' blessin's
And if I die
Don't worry 'bout me, 'cause I'm no longer stressin'
And if I die
It's all white Gucci dressin' in heaven
But I'm alive, never died
I'ma real n***a
You switchin' sides on the mob, we go kill n***a
And I ain't signed
So I'm screamin' f*ck a deal, huh
I'm in these streets, so my life insurance a million
Bitch I'm try'na to die, so my mama could be set
Sold my soul, no more spirit
Got her flyin' in a jet
Mama boy
For no reason, I'll Cut ah check
Ex bitch said she was leavin' (Glad shawty left)
I was never impressed bitch, this my Confession
I need some FaceTime, I ain't the type to be textin'
Yo' n***a might get mad, if he see you send that message
But that ain't none of my business, 'cause I ain't the one investing so
I always keep a 40 by my side, it ain't no 9 on me
Tryna catch me slippin', so they always got they eyes on me
Say I'm acting different, but that's just these bitches lyin' on me
Death before dishonor, too many real n****s dying on me
Yeah
My First job ain't fire me, they set ah n***a free
'cause 12 a hour ain't really shit, when you from them streets
Before I slave again, I'd rather die beneath my feet
And I got my masters, so I know this ain't no first degree
Free C Murda, no murder in them cases
But second degree Murder what's he's facin'
Never faced a blunt, but I be blunt in n****s faces
And they don't want no smoke, because they see me with them Haitians so
I always keep a 40 by my side, it ain't no 9 on me
Tryna catch me slippin', so they always got they eyes on me
Say I'm acting different, but that's just these bitches lyin' on me
Death before dishonor, too many real n****s dying on me
Yeah
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(I always keep a 40 by my side, it ain't no 9 on me
Tryna catch me slippin', so they always got they eyes on me
Say I'm acting different, but that's just these bitches lyin' on me
Death before dishonor, too many real n****s dying on me
Yeah)
I always keep a 40 by my side, it ain't no 9 on me
Tryna catch me slippin', so they always got they eyes on me
Say I'm acting different, but that's just these bitches lyin' on me
Death before dishonor, too many real n****s dying on me
Yeah
They try'na say I'm finessin'
'cause n****s see that I'm flexing
I did a lot people wrong, but I be still countin' blessin's
And if I die
Don't worry 'bout me, 'cause I'm no longer stressin'
And if I die
It's all white Gucci dressin' in heaven
But I'm alive, never died
I'ma real n***a
You switchin' sides on the mob, we go kill n***a
And I ain't signed
So I'm screamin' f*ck a deal, huh
I'm in these streets, so my life insurance a million
Bitch I'm try'na to die, so my mama could be set
Sold my soul, no more spirit
Got her flyin' in a jet
Mama boy
For no reason, I'll Cut ah check
Ex bitch said she was leavin' (Glad shawty left)
I was never impressed bitch, this my Confession
I need some FaceTime, I ain't the type to be textin'
Yo' n***a might get mad, if he see you send that message
But that ain't none of my business, 'cause I ain't the one investing so
I always keep a 40 by my side, it ain't no 9 on me
Tryna catch me slippin', so they always got they eyes on me
Say I'm acting different, but that's just these bitches lyin' on me
Death before dishonor, too many real n****s dying on me
Yeah
My First job ain't fire me, they set ah n***a free
'cause 12 a hour ain't really shit, when you from them streets
Before I slave again, I'd rather die beneath my feet
And I got my masters, so I know this ain't no first degree
Free C Murda, no murder in them cases
But second degree Murder what's he's facin'
Never faced a blunt, but I be blunt in n****s faces
And they don't want no smoke, because they see me with them Haitians so
I always keep a 40 by my side, it ain't no 9 on me
Tryna catch me slippin', so they always got they eyes on me
Say I'm acting different, but that's just these bitches lyin' on me
Death before dishonor, too many real n****s dying on me
Yeah
Tryna catch me slippin', so they always got they eyes on me
Say I'm acting different, but that's just these bitches lyin' on me
Death before dishonor, too many real n****s dying on me
Yeah)
I always keep a 40 by my side, it ain't no 9 on me
Tryna catch me slippin', so they always got they eyes on me
Say I'm acting different, but that's just these bitches lyin' on me
Death before dishonor, too many real n****s dying on me
Yeah
They try'na say I'm finessin'
'cause n****s see that I'm flexing
I did a lot people wrong, but I be still countin' blessin's
And if I die
Don't worry 'bout me, 'cause I'm no longer stressin'
And if I die
It's all white Gucci dressin' in heaven
But I'm alive, never died
I'ma real n***a
You switchin' sides on the mob, we go kill n***a
And I ain't signed
So I'm screamin' f*ck a deal, huh
I'm in these streets, so my life insurance a million
Bitch I'm try'na to die, so my mama could be set
Sold my soul, no more spirit
Got her flyin' in a jet
Mama boy
For no reason, I'll Cut ah check
Ex bitch said she was leavin' (Glad shawty left)
I was never impressed bitch, this my Confession
I need some FaceTime, I ain't the type to be textin'
Yo' n***a might get mad, if he see you send that message
But that ain't none of my business, 'cause I ain't the one investing so
I always keep a 40 by my side, it ain't no 9 on me
Tryna catch me slippin', so they always got they eyes on me
Say I'm acting different, but that's just these bitches lyin' on me
Death before dishonor, too many real n****s dying on me
Yeah
My First job ain't fire me, they set ah n***a free
'cause 12 a hour ain't really shit, when you from them streets
Before I slave again, I'd rather die beneath my feet
And I got my masters, so I know this ain't no first degree
Free C Murda, no murder in them cases
But second degree Murder what's he's facin'
Never faced a blunt, but I be blunt in n****s faces
And they don't want no smoke, because they see me with them Haitians so
I always keep a 40 by my side, it ain't no 9 on me
Tryna catch me slippin', so they always got they eyes on me
Say I'm acting different, but that's just these bitches lyin' on me
Death before dishonor, too many real n****s dying on me
Yeah