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Shut the fuck up

Y'all **** ain't no shit

All you motherfuckers talkin' about

Chief Keef ain't no hitter, chief Keef ain't this, Chief Keef ain't that

Shut the fuck up

Y'all don't deal with that ****

Y'all know that **** got code red

Shit, get the police and shit

**** been on probation, shit, fuck it

I don't know when

Motherfuckers motherfuckin' playin' him like this

Them **** savages out there

If I catch another motherfucker talkin' sweet about G-Keef

I'm fuckin' beatin' their ass

why play with your life, thinking my block sweet

guess he ready to die, try to play with a sweep

I'm gettin' a lil' mad, so I walk up the street

All you hear is bang, bang, but it's not Chief Keef

Glah Glah bang that's the sound of the G

Why they mention my name is if I'm not a tweek

Had a brace on my ankle, still flockin' my heat

Them people is listenin', I'm a TP

In the Nick 2-Deep, me a G-2-C

First MB I catch, go with G-2-G

Gots to go, got got, that can never be me

But I know that he happy, he up with KT

Matt sav dead, why they think he asleep

And gutta been gone almost five hundred weeks

Coolie died, they don't jack him, the fuck do they mean

Guess they don't wanna show that the cycle repeats

Drew **** keep dyin', you see what I see

If he lackin' on eighth, get turned in the sprinks

Tell a ****, come slide and get back to a low neaks

This your thought game, bro, and we out to the east

Who the man was in fashion

I hopped in a V

When I spun every block in the zone, that's who three

It was me, Jack, Nas, SG, and the V

We was spinnin' through Harlem, we ain't care if it's deep

Not a V or a bike, we done trooped it on feet

Why they never bring up how we get when we creep

Flocked on bro then 90 to beam

Guess which mission complete, I found out he a B

Bad bitch, she wanna fuck with a sweep

When she come to the crib, on her back, I'm a Beat

Nasty, the way that she swallow the dick

Got me thinkin' she hungry, so she's just gon' eat

Why play with your life

Think of my block sweet

Guess he ready to die, try to play with a sweep

Gettin' lil mad, so I walk up the street

All you hear is bang, bang, but it's not Chief Keef

Glah Glah bang, it's the sound of the G

Why they mention my name is if I'm not a tweak

Had a brace on my ankle, still flockin' my heat

The people is listenin', I'm a TP

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