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I gotta feed the streets

My pistol gon' bleed the streets

Ski mask on my face

Sometimes you gotta cheat

To stay ahead in this bitcha

Drank syrup like it's liquor

Street life'll have you catchin' up

To God quicker

Sticker, AK-40 to your liver

Let the chopper bang on you

Like a Blood or a Cripper

Flipper, so much bread, I'm a gymnast

Made so much money off of dummies

Off of dummies

I'm mister body catcher

Slaughter Gang soul snatcher

Ain't no regular F-150

This a fuckin' Raptor

No capper, street nigga, not a rapper

Chopper hit him

And he turned into a booty clapper

Smith and Wesson, I'm 4L Gang reppin'

We done baptized more niggas

Than a damn reverend

Kappa Alpha, me and my gang

We do all the steppin'

Who you checkin'

This FN shoot East to West End

I heard Papi outside

And he got the double-R droppy outside

Checked the weather

And it's gettin' real oppy outside

I'ma drop this shit

And have these pussies droppin'

Like some motherfuckin'

Type of nigga

That can't look me in the eyes

I despise

When I see you

Better put that fuckin' pride to the side

Many times, plenty times, I survived

Beef is live, spoiler alert

This nigga dies

Keep blickies, and you know the weed sticky

My finger itchy

The Glock like to leave hickeys

Your shooters iffy

A street punk could never diss me

I come straight up out the six

And we don't spare sixties

I fuck with her

And fuck with her, and her

I hit up err

And tell him do the err, for sure

Voodoo curse, it got him

While I flew to Turks

Know the dogs had to hit them

Where we knew it hurts

Gang shit, that's all I'm on

Gang shit, that's all I'm on

Nigga, gang shit, that's all I'm on

Gang shit, that's all I'm on

Nigga, gang shit, that's all I'm on

Gang shit, that's all I'm on

Nigga, gang shit, that's all I'm on

Gang shit, that's all I'm on

Let it bang, bang

Let it bang, bang

Til his brains hang and his mama sang

And the pastor sang and them bullets sang

And them choppers sang and the choir sang

I'm on everything

Jacob charged me four-fifty for a tennis chain

Us Open, had it on us

At the tennis game

Tell the coach don't take me out

I like to finish games

And my pen insane, and my men insane

There's like eighty of us now

That's the scary thing

Shit they doin' on that other side embarrassing

We in Paris with it

Hundred carats with it

All this shit is for my son

Cause he's inheritin' it

Gang

Gang shit, that's all I'm on

Gang shit, that's all I'm on

Nigga, gang shit, that's all I'm on

Gang shit, that's all I'm on

Nigga, gang shit, that's all I'm on

Gang shit, that's all I'm on

Nigga, gang shit, that's all I'm on

Gang shit, that's all I'm on, nigga