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Where these niggas at im addressing the issues stepping with pistol all kinds of weapons to keep you out my lane don't leave my house without my flame and chain getting brain from your Dame it aint fame that I claim you a lame its a shame how these nigga low down loud lit with no sound but it go around in the air gun a nigga Dien for stares at the jewels flicker so I just bought a few blickers old skool no new niggas and I don't have one cracker friends but I sold crack in sin feinds left and came back again dreams of death keep happening wake up in a cold sweat fell asleep in my drip they ice grill like I aint got the heat in the vip sneaker on my feet that zip on the side bad b sucking my dick in the ride shine bright go blind is it hit your eyes whoever said I was a lick he lied and died from gun violence have your house over come by silence