LLLoyalty

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LLLoyalty

never let no nigga toy wih me, opps! they be avoiding me/ yeh we had a peace treaty wit em, cuh they brought it us cordially/ trenches been endorsing me, my boy and me/ definition of loyalty/ (Loyalty loyalty)... definition of loyalty( Loyalty loyalty)whats your definition of loyalty this how i define it/ all got flaws, loyalty dont seek or tr asy to find it/ niggas cross you, we get out there and spin until we find em/ the trenches the environment, we it, the embodiment/ niggas they be shiesty, bitches, they the slimest/ a nigga get convicted cuz forensics matched his tire prints/ Nutso got a L, i been dying since, told me if he lose on his appeal he gone climb the fence/all them years i spent ip in that cell, all that time i missed/man i been addicted to some shit, and i been trying n'quit/ we was riding round wit dem bliks, behind dat 5 percent/nutso joe dirt lb, righteous members, all my guys wuh lit/ gangs hit, screamin, who you wit, nigga dat 5 or 6/ free em, from behind da fence, photos got rejected, thats cause we be throwing signs in pics/ipn know where you from but dont be askin whats my size in kicks/cant help it im different, i came up in dem trenches/ besides snitchin, next rule, dont change on yo niggas/all i ever ask is, you play yo position/ if you knowing he aint built fuh that killin, and you take em on no mission/ that aint loyalty/ gotta bond, he gone drop thousands/ dont be arguing in front of no outsiders./ yo ass a opp, if you ever seen wit our rivalz/ we ever see em walkin, nah we aint gone drive by em/if we do, we gone go down just a lil further/ spin around, hope out on em, damn, thats another murder/ nothin like when yo brother hurt you, like when yo bruh desert you/ if you my bruh then i could never judge you/ i can criticize you, tell you when i think wrong/ come on nigga, you da bro, id never lead you wrong/ ion care they rockin that's them, to each his own/ a nigga speakin on your name, he aint gone speak for long/ you wrong but in front of them, nah, he aint wrong/ after we shot up Piedmont Circle, the beef had grown/ had a ankle bracket on, couldnt leave my home/when it was on and it was on, i hit them streets and gone/

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