ima delete it the song aint done

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Friends be opps Dont like the cops I hit all the stops Couldve been dead I made a vow but the drugs still consumed me Walking around these niggas be gloomy The money alumming once u get started U aught to keep moving Dont trust them niggas Theyll consume you I should’ve listened Now look at me Getting a rack for the weed I gave my shi to the streets Hold on gotta lay low Here come the heat We dont call it ecstacy we call it pain healers Abandoned my family In time of need I came to the streets for the money Now look at me i cant get out if the bit When I was in that cell where my niggas at When I realized I put this bit into cinematic Its a handfull when theres a bloodpool

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Lil Sondi

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3 years ago