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Exo Mob
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Blo
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The man I killed killed me. I gave him the chance
You made that decision. I'm giving you the opportunity to make yours
You let me know when you decide
I've done some bad things in my life, Nicola. Things I'm not proud of
I promised someone that I love very much that I would never go back to being that person
But for you, I'm gonna make an exception
****, tired. Trailer 15, he been in a cage. Since buddy died
Juvenile I was on Rice Street , I ain't prison on level 5
Either they get stabbed or they kill themselves, somebody died
You gotta be a beast to know. A beast, a dog, all the least
You can feel me, capisce? Trying to find a way out the streets
Every day I'll be breaking in cars, I won't ever worry about poppin a Regions
Every day I'll be praying to God and waiting for me to try to go care for a demon
Hit the key, man, for the machine. Make sure you get all the keys
SUVs All the cars, G-E-S-R-T. We don't want no R-T, hemi
Same shit as G-S-P. I'm going to jail since I was I kid
Stop going on high speed. But I can't pull over
S-S, I don't even want to. I been had it. I want foreign motors
Pretty bitch, she can be bald headed, and I don't even care
We gon' buy more clothes. Why you being stingy with this
Bring your friend over. Fuck me in the back of the Range Rover
It's big bad, ain't got enough room for all of us
BM in Her feelings, I'm going up, and I ain't stuntin her
It ain't no bad love. She had Milan, and I still fuck with her
Trying to run a hundred Ms up before the handcuffs
Trying to run a hundred Ms, balenciaga
For the summer, in the winter, I go to Timbs
Hellcat , wide body? I was swervin , hit the rim
News made it, just be lying . They ain't know, was dem
Don't even speak on dat
Speak on business, in the messages , gon' delete the chat
Been had paperwork on, boy, we know he's a rat
And when I sign a deal, hope I don't go to jail for a stolen cat
Written by: Blo, Exo Mob