The Rundown
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•8 months ago
my niggas don't understand me feds wanna jam me trappers wanna band me i send prayers up to my granny see the sun rise but i come from the other side niggas loosin live caught up wit mob ties been seen my lowes the dro help peek my highs livin what i witness all these demons they in disguise waking up to no lights and hearin drive byes baby girl 15 committed suicide and her older brother by her mother caught a homicide wit us its either do or die i speak the truth no need to lie im steady seeing suckers cry no need ask why i only wounder why these lil niggas don't try my home boy he got one eye trappin up in besteye birds flock together in any weather and I don't fly looking for something while hustling but leave wit nothing we stuff'em in cushion keep it pushing when we thuggin my lil cuzin crying cuz he lost a half of onion we on da grind & aint no time for fighting and fussin better lace up your cleets we knee deep in these streets its one up top when ever bullshit is at its peak we take the fifty's and hundreds and spread em all over da sheets thinking of robbin me homie your future looks bleek i whip it then i mix it if its a problem we gonna fix it red dot head shot how come on lets get it
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my niggas don't understand me feds wanna jam me trappers wanna band me i send prayers up to my granny see the sun rise but i come from the other side niggas loosin live caught up wit mob ties been seen my lowes the dro help peek my highs livin what i witness all these demons they in disguise waking up to no lights and hearin drive byes baby girl 15 committed suicide and her older brother by her mother caught a homicide wit us its either do or die i speak the truth no need to lie im steady seeing suckers cry no need ask why i only wounder why these lil niggas don't try my home boy he got one eye trappin up in besteye birds flock together in any weather and I don't fly looking for something while hustling but leave wit nothing we stuff'em in cushion keep it pushing when we thuggin my lil cuzin crying cuz he lost a half of onion we on da grind & aint no time for fighting and fussin better lace up your cleets we knee deep in these streets its one up top when ever bullshit is at its peak we take the fifty's and hundreds and spread em all over da sheets thinking of robbin me homie your future looks bleek i whip it then i mix it if its a problem we gonna fix it red dot head shot how come on lets get it
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