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AFFILIATED
Future, Lil Durk
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Yeah (yeah)
I'm reloadin' (I'm reloadin')
Yeah (yeah)
Yeah, I been countin' money so long it make my hands ache
Yeah, 100 round in the trunk, can't even stand straight
Yeah, gon' pop more than one, start hallucinatin'
'Lotta diamonds on my arm, look like roller-skate
My hood hotter than a sauna, n-, whackin' sh-
Flood that lil' b- out in stones, and got a badder b-
Posted on the corner where it's yellow tape
Had to buy my b- a gun, gang affiliate
Told her, "Don't be worried 'bout none, lil' one killin' shit"
I take criminals where I go, but I'm legitimate
Put so many chains on, it made my head hurt
You can't shoot it out the car, put in leg work
Why you gon' shoot him in the chest when you hit his head first?
I was sellin' water-water, and missed the school bus
Had to place another order, bought more Lamb' trucks
Came up breakin' laws, had to get my hands dirty
Used to hang with 'em feds, gave my mans 30
When they searched the rental, that's when I knew the feds were lurkin'
Watch my grandma go to prison, made my heart hurt
Bought a gang of cars like a pack of Starburst
Yeah, I been countin' money so long it make my hands ache
Yeah, 100 round in the trunk, can't even stand straight
Yeah, gon' pop more than one, start hallucinatin'
'Lotta diamonds on my arm, look like roller-skate
My hood hotter than a sauna, n-, whackin' sh- (Smurk, Pluto)
Flood that lil' b- out in stones, and got a badder b- (let's get it, damn)
Posted on the corner where it's yellow tape
Had to buy my b- a gun, gang affiliate (yeah)
I'm a street n-, I'm affiliated with the gang wars (facts)
So many murders goin' on, I been hit, I ask a n- what he changed for (brrah)
I done seen my homie die right in front of me with his gun drawn
I'm fightin' attempted murders, I still be walkin' 'round with my gun showin', n-
I'm from the mud-mud, you need a job 'til my people make a n- check stub
Shoot up the block and pick the shell-cases up, and make the police officer work for it
I'm too street, when I'm in the zone, I take drugs by the two-three (drugs-drugs)
And it's proof I don't f- with too many n-, pull up in the hood in two-seats
Young wild n-, I'ma stay 'round, ridin' hot cars with no license (hell)
Don't play, he'll kill you like a dark-skin, whole time bro a- light-skin (gang)
He'll kill you for a light ten, on a n- a- like a tight end (ha)
Broad day he on you 'til the night end, young street n- duck indictments (night end, let's get it)
Yeah, I been countin' money so long it make my hands ache
Yeah, 100 round in the trunk, can't even stand straight
Yeah, gon' pop more than one, start hallucinatin'
'Lotta diamonds on my arm, look like roller-skate
My hood hotter than a sauna, n-, whackin' sh-
Flood that lil' b- out in stones, and got a badder b-
Posted on the corner where it's yellow tape
Had to buy my b- a gun, gang affiliate
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