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I've been popping like since thirteen Had your girl popping like the twerk team Yeah, filling up a wood good with trees. Trying to stuff my pockets up With some green backs. Hating people talk about the team. Miss the first time then we gone spin back. I'm just trying to make a little cream, So sorry officer if I spit crack. Sunday straight to Sunday I don't quit. But if your girl eyeing me Imma hit that. All I want around is my team. So if you ain't real gotta get back! Verse 1: In the shadows where the hustlers dwell, A double S I n i bo I ne, ringing bells, Gritty streets, man, I’m livin’ in hell, Survivin’ off the struggle, got a story to tell. Concrete jungle, hear the sirens scream, Chasin’ dreams while they plot on my scheme, Heart full of pain, yeah, I’m stuck in this maze, Lost souls wanderin’, caught in a daze. Verse 2: Eyes wide open, see the snakes in the grass, Trust is a luxury, man, it never lasts, Got my mind on the grind, never lookin’ back, In the city of sin, where the real ones act. Life’s a gamble, roll the dice, take a chance, In the alleyways, shadows twist and dance, A double S I n i bo I ne, feel the heat, In this grimy life, only the strong compete.

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WindChill Adams

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4 months ago

Daryl Williams

4 months ago

BLESSED 🙏 Respect 🤜🤛 CAKE 🍰 job well done keep it coming nice flow 👍 Bars: Dope 🔥 Delivery: Dope 🔥 Impression: Dope 🔥

Big Balla

2 months ago

Bars: Dope 🔥 Delivery: Dope 🔥 Impression: Dope 🔥