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Put my life on the line the seventh time for you niggas
And these the same niggas, I catch ´em out here, I´ma kill ´em
It´s fucked up out here, at first they cross and then play victim

Your big homies ain´t right, lil´ Wop lost his life to the system
I fucked off, I lost three million tryna satisfy these bitches
I´ve been on this KTB business, gotta maximize these riches
Put the hood on my back just for the projects to evict me
I made it with this rap and the same devil tried to trick me
Only right I´m movin´ swiftly
I´m shiftin´ through the city, tryna duck fake love
One day I´ll have everything I envisioned of
I was in the field, slingin´ that steel for real, now I get it done
Blood, sweat, and tears behind the scene that y´all ain´t get to see

It´s still some unfinished business I ain´t get to complete
She say if I wasn´t rich, then she wouldn´t have to compete
If I wasn´t famous ´cause it´s different bitches on the daily
I ran my money up and got her fightin´ for my love
I know she missin´ me ´cause I´m missin´ her
I´m sittin´ like, "How the fuck in one day I ate sixty Percs?"
I´m sittin´ here tryna figure out how to get this shit to work
Got a Trackhawk engine on the stick, I put it in reverse, then I slide
Comin´ with my youngins, me and them jiggers gon´ run up in your house
Two sticks in the handgun and it´s rented, ain´t for Enterprise

Jump out, get to hittin´, we handle business on my fuckin´ side
License plate flippin´ on that mission every time we ride
Everybody remember me in the projects, from back in the day
Fourteen, the first time a shot a nigga, fourteen ???
Fifteen, I was runnin´ in them stores, give me everything
Chew down on my big homie like, "Make sure I get fuckin´ paid"
Fuck you mean you gettin´ more? That ain´t how this finna go
You wasn´t with us in the store, you wasn´t hidin´ in the mo´
Switch the whip, I switched the flow again, you ain´t even know

I ain´t playin´, I´m comin´ to get my man, I´m gettin´ your man´s ho
We get the low, nigga, we ain´t playin´ with it, put cameras on your shit
We backed in at your crib, you ain´t even know it´s trackers on your whip
Yep
Fuck nigga, you dust
It´s gon´ be the second house on the left, soon we get there, lil´ one blow it up
So when we get up, we gon´ blow that bitch down
Talked to Soda on collect, he know to hold that shit down
From Pompano, yeah, that´s my motherfuckin´ round
Yeah, he roam where I roam, through that gunsmoke town
Yeah, he roam where I roam, through that gunsmoke town, you heard me?