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G40
G40
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Camarion Allen
Camarion Allen
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AD AD
AD AD
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(Oh yeah, AD)
Long live them babies
I made it out that fire, sometimes I still be wonderin' how
We was all just kids, jumped in this shit and got our hands on blicks
That turned boys into man, funeral plans, ma dukes don't understand
Ain't hearing shit we sayin', we still out slayin', won't see her son again
Somebody pour me up, say, fill my cup my, heart got plenty cuts
I miss my brother, let him out them cuffs I know he feeling stuck
I'm waitin' at the gates, Benz or Wraith, what vibes you on today?
Thug I just signed a deal and moved us out the state, grabbed ma a place
I been on bigger things but nothing ain't changed, I'll still tap a brain
Back in the city, behind tint with my killer tryna snatch another victim
Really all this spinnin' for my **** that I view through a picture
Long live Leek, I'ma scream it out the rental after I smash a ****
Body bags and pistols
I ain't gon' lie, that shit fucked up my mental
Tag your **** killer, in the trenches that's how we cope, that's business
Party was the sickest
How you just go up and leave a ****?
While locked down I was sittin', that phone call, it wasn't no friendly visit
Fast forward time, I still ain't cry, but I'm still chasin' chicken
Runnin' from my past it's still so vivid, pops told me, "Chill on spinnin'"
I gotta swerve, won't take another loss
I lined a opp and chalked
Last talk with Bub, he told me what it was, that shit there tore me up
I see it in his eyes, the glass highs they, startin' to look like mine
My mama here, but his T baby gone, emotions he can't hide
I'ma put this shit all to the side, including my little pride
I love you deeply, if you one of mines go to war burnin' time
I made it out that fire, sometimes I still be wonderin' how
We was all just kids, jumped in this shit and got our hands on blicks
That turned boys into man, funeral plans, ma dukes don't understand
Ain't hearing shit we sayin', we still out slayin', won't see her son again
Somebody pour me up, say, fill my cup my, heart got plenty cuts
I miss my brother, let him out them cuffs I know he feeling stuck
I'm waitin' at the gates, Benz or Wraith, what vibes you on today?
Thug I just signed a deal and moved us out the state, grabbed ma a place
Long live Leek, ****
Free all the guys
Long live Sauce
Long live Don Dada
Long live Cain
Long live Heffe
Long live Lil Kelvin
Long live Mari
Written by: Camarion Allen
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