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in these streets its a cold game nighas race to the money become a boss or fall victim to the dope game these streets getting old maine gotta pray for the youngins they dieng off from only doing what they showed maine these streets aint the road maine reaper knocking at door tryna take ya soul from all the shit that you done done maine but i remain a solja nigha ima lace up my boots an grip the strap my nigga i been trained ta go maine i been grinding every since i was a jit made my money from cooking work cause my mixing hand piss cut dope fucked up the game big d said some real shit these haters ne in the way an they really aint tryna grit but i be gripping the k an im really gon let it spit plus i aint ducking a fade i punch dead in ya shit its gangsta blood in my veins my baby no counterfeit i come from trapping it daily an stacking up for my kids ducking dodging these cases from pussy niggas that snitch my life it been going mainy but im tryna come to grips got family thats in the grave got family thats doing bids got family thats getting paid n got family stuck on that shit im praying for better days this aint how we posta live wudn spect you ta understand you aint got that bronze skin or hair wool of a sheep so how you gon judge me its safer to do you its dangerous fuckin wit me badazz lil b big brother be lil tee he reppin that 23 i remember he told me i was only like 13 always clutch and pop when its beef aint never fearing no man ima dog i gotta eat aint never ran from a problem i stand on my ten feet grandaddy he up in heaven watching down over me so now ima do good cause thats what he wanna see i retired on them wetts shook that demon up off of me its so cold in these streets

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