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Bitch
Say they touchin' pape and that's a lie they won't admit
All my bitches wildin'; all my brothers from the 6th

My lil brother did the diamonds, yeah, I swear he did them for the clique
He came straight from Davelantis and he brought a couple bitches (you got it)

F*ck the dap, give me a hug, bro, I ain't seen you in a minute
We take turns and turn the tables when we pouring out the tris

Dead, tied, call us flies
We gon' put one in his shit
Worry 'bout my family, never ever worry 'bout a crib

Worry 'bout my brother, never do I worry 'bout a bitch
I don't like the opposition, I been coolin' I been chillin'
All this shit that I been feeling, what if I just end up m-

Young girl and a broken-hearted boy

(You're all the same, I got nothing to say to this)

You told me that you did, but you don't love me anymore (bitch)

Shit's predictably tragic
Man, I really miss the static
Man, I really miss the shit we used to do before the cabbage

Miss my little brother, swear that he was different fore the-

(Girl its fine, you don't care)
(You don't give a f*ck)

Shit, I was down, I made it happen, I got money, not from rapping
I done put in hella hours, gotta talk to my accountant

That's a bad influence, don't you go listenin' to his music
If they really listen to it, you could tell that I been through it

We could really get into it if you wanna we could do it
I got tools just like the dentist
All my bitches going missing

Wonder why, who could've did it
Damn alright, then I'll admit it; it's a sinister condition
Kept it playeh, but I been trippin

My girly crazy, cause she been up off her meds
I am not the smartest, I might fill him up with lead

Don't you tell him nothin', they might bring it to the feds
Call my vrothers home before I'm breakin' up the bread

How the f*ck he think he gangsta, he ain't never know the struggle
How the f*ck he keep on talking shit on me and Jerk Russell

But you live up in the hills and we still struggle with the bills
Ever since my mama left, we never had a crib