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Okay I been living my life like im ready to die Lord knows that im ready to not Im keeping my brodie, just right by my side Why? Cus i know he ready to flock I dont really rap, i just go in the booth and start speaking my mind Then im ready to drop She swear to god that i be cappin when i say that im in love How you gon' tell me im not? My dawg he so deep in them percs, but im poppin too So how im gon' tell him to stop? And thats the wrong way to be thinkin' Cus ima be sick as a bitch if he high and then drop Hold your head up if you in the box If you walk in the spot with a slip hope you beatin' the box And i got a G in this drop I got a G in my lap Not the G in the box Nowadays all of my brothers they living through me And i swear to god this shit amazing My old bitch be calling me stranger My name is Chow, so i told the bitch save it for david No we aint nothing to play with Oh you got a 40 okay Let me see how this drake hit Me hittin licks, is ancient Im gettin money off rap, still sanctioned with Gangstas I told my lil bro chill You would think that he work at the liquor store catchin these cases Im hittin these bitch jus like babe ruth Homerun And im sliding and stealing these bases Nowadays fuck in the penthouse Used to be basement Back in the day thats the vacant I need some new shit, i aint gon get hard if you jus stand there naked Yeah I aint gon get hard if you jus stand there Fuck that All my brothers they living through me He toting a gun and he living for me He gon step He gon step He gon step Just bought him some sneaks This shit is a field, so i bought him some cleats This shit could be real when you living ya dreams Alright I been living my life like im ready to die Lord knows that im ready to not Im keeping my brodie, just right by my side Why? Cus i know he ready to flock I dont really rap, i just go in the booth and start speaking my mind Then im ready to drop She swear to god that i be cappin when i say that im in love How you gon' tell me im not? My dawg he so deep in them percs, but im poppin too So how im gon' tell him to stop? And thats the wrong way to be thinkin' Cus ima be sick as a bitch if he high and then drop Hold your head up if you in the box If you walk in the spot with a slip hope you beatin' the box And i got a G in this drop I got a G in my lap Not the G in the box I got a G in this drop I got a G in my lap Not the G in the box I got a G in this drop I got a G in my lap Not the G in the box Alright Okay
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