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I need to get shit right with God before I reach my peak
My new truck can´t be peeped, too much workin´ in these streets
And I always tell myself, "Can´t fail, got too many people who need me"

And I always told myself, "Xho, you gon´ ball just like leukemia"
On my twin, no Austin Powers
Locked in, tryna work on my album
In jail like twenty-four hours
Niggas get stabbed, they don´t take showers
And my opps hate goin to jail, when they get there, it´s blood showers
And when R had got locked up, he kept shit silent before he beat shit, that´s my brother
Free Hunt, nigga die, he touch him
I survived the motion
I´d be wrong, they tell ´em that I´m proud of buddy
And I´m still a felon, can´t get booked out country
And I´m still prevailing, can´t fuck up my motion
When I slide, it´s backseat Jeep

I know I´ll ride when it´s beef
I still´ll load and get ´em gone, I don´t just make songs about this beef
Yeah, they talking ´bout the shit at the store when I dropped me a nigga like, "Who can´t hit?"
Or you talking ´bout the nigga I spinned right down in that hour when he tried lil´ Chris?
Or you talking ´bout when bruh got popped, but your boy got dropped? You ain´t talkin´ ´bout shit
Try to slide on me, hear, "Frrt," I put a fully on all my blick
If you fuck with the gang, then  brrr, lil nigga, all y´all hoes gettin´ hit
Yeah, workin´, I´ve been on the road, I don´t ever be in none of these niggas´ mix
Pull up on these niggas´ block, two hundred shots, we need us a movie
Don´t even be with they clique, these niggas hop, these niggas groupies

Never put gun in the bag, it´s in my hand, boy, I ain´t stupid
Tryna go slide on they block, I lost a car, hop in an Ubey
Who not him?  How a bitch gon´ tell me who I am?
Shoot at them, soon I send ´em up, I do my dance
They drop diss, spin in twenty minutes, who be playin´?
I don´t like your big homie, I washed him out, now you the man
On God, yeah, this shit get bloody, but this ain´t bloody, this shit personal
This shit get Bloody, I´m talkin´ ´bout Sex, Money, and Murder
And tell your boyfriend, "Watch your mouth," I said I´d murder him, on Blood
He talkin´ ´bout he do what and he from where? I ain´t heard of him, on Blood

All that cryin´ with shit, nigga
Ain´t no tryin´ this shit, nigga
Niggas die ´bout this shit, nigga
It ain´t nothin´ to drop six figures
I´m a real Zone Six nigga
I know you ain´t on shit, nigga
And I know he ain´t on shit either
Your ho still gon´ fuck, I kill you, she an eater
Plus I ain´t livin´ with my bitch, I don´t need shit
Niggas who love beefin´ with Xho ain´t gon´ be shit
But some deceased shit, on some BIP shit (On God)