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Chopper got a 3 leg chrome that bitch a kick stand

Medicated filling my lungs strong like some Vicks sad

Buddy went and tried his luck

And he got shit bag

All these kids dying in the hood

Man this shit big sad

Now worries got him a gift

Bought him a toe tag

Can supply all that you need

Bitch I'm a lit man

Dress in all black apparel bitch I'm a hitman

50 hitters posted outside

Ready to hit man

Popping pills still nodding out

This shit get to crazy

Even if you call 911

You still couldn't save me

Junkies got my heartbeat racing

They to damn impatient

Grandma need my help in this bitch

She need her medication

OD bring his as back

Call resuscitation

Long days and longer nights

Call that shit dedication

When you get yo shot and you take it call that shit preparation

Smoking tree sitting in silences that shit called Meditation

Uncle going right up a wall

He need his fix now

Baby bad with 5 kids she can't do shit now

Bro go in out the pin he stay on locked down

Feds come jump out the window I'm Forest Gump now

My bitch only drink on exclusive I'm on that brown now

Hands up and don't you move or you get gunned down

Birds came in real dirty give them a bath now

Trips from U.S to London I'm in Japan now

Chopper got a 3 leg chrome that bitch a kick stand

Medicated filling my lungs strong like some Vicks sad

Buddy went and tried his luck

And he got shit bag

All these kids dying in the hood

Man this shit big sad

Now worries got him a gift

Bought him a toe tag

Can supply all that you need

Bitch I'm a lit man

Dress in all black apparel bitch I'm a hitman

50 hitters posted outside

Ready to hit man

Headshot knock off his top

His shit look like some noodles

Counting gawp while getting some top

This shit is too groovy

Foreign pull up clean back to back

This shit look like a movie

No need too ask I'm always strapped

Incase they try to do me

Flock Got them boys going crazy

They slinging that 380

Flats got them gits to dam lit

They lumber jacking shit

Poverty tryna survive

The struggle real gutter

Where you get sent out to fight

By your own mother

Time to lace up your shoes

And go an touch something

Ain't no real love in this bitch unless you bloodline

The people that you see around me

They family of mines

Integrity love and loyalty that shit so hard to find

I would go against all odds just to conquer mine

J lord in the back he ménage

With some concubines

Moving 6 bricks in a stratus that shit was terrifying

But when you make it out unscabbed that shit was nothing right

Chopper got a 3 leg chrome that bitch a kick stand

Medicated filling my lungs strong like some Vicks sad

Buddy went and tried his luck

And he got shit bag

All these kids dying in the hood

Man this shit big sad

Now worries got him a gift

Bought him a toe tag

Can supply all that you need

Bitch I'm a lit man

Dress in all black apparel bitch I'm a hitman

50 hitters posted outside

Ready to hit man