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You wanna shoot the one with me, then get 'em up
In a beef with guns, I get clips, fill 'em up
Keep my mind on the kill, cock back, spit 'em up
Putting niggas in the grave, then I dig 'em up
You wanna shoot the one with me, then get 'em up
In a beef with guns, I get clips, fill 'em up
Keep my mind on the kill, cock back, spit 'em up
Putting niggas in the grave, then I dig 'em up
Listen here, this is your brain of Mak and Young Blood
Too much at one time is enough to make your thoughts bug
Down and out, and your fam won't show love
Holding a grudge 'cause you dealing with this
I know you feel it all in your gut, that raw uncut
Levels we explore, y'all can't get enough
Sick to your stomach, need to be bent over throwing up
Yeah, that's my shit, play it loud, nigga, turn it up!
Criminal lifestyle, young niggas might wild
OGs telling all the BGs to pipe down
Standing on the corner with a .40 getting fucked up
Smoking on a blunt that a nigga just rolled up
Criminal lifestyle, young niggas might wild
OGs telling all the BGs to pipe down
Standing on the corner with a .40 getting fucked up
Smoking on a blunt that a nigga just rolled up
It's like BK beef, have it your way
With the Desert War Eagle or let the .44 see you
In the street beef game, fool, it's tit for tat
Bust guns at me, best believe I spit my gat
Fall after fucking with me, ain't no getting back
Ball in the rear of the club as I sip my 'gnac
Keep the winters hot with minks and dice
And keep every summer cold with links of ice
With like five hundred grams stashed in the docks
And the other five hundred getting cash on my block
Bag an eighth on a plate, then eat a meal off it
They shut down the house, but my crew still flossing
What you know about that dope called Mak and Young Blood?
My boys on the bricks and they creeping on the come up
Ain't worried about a thing, not even where the cash at
Y'all scrub passion cats sipping E&J and flashback
Criminal lifestyle, young niggas might wild
OGs telling all the BGs to pipe down
Standing on the corner with a .40 getting fucked up
Smoking on a blunt that a nigga just rolled up
Criminal lifestyle, young niggas might wild
OGs telling all the BGs to pipe down
Standing on the corner with a .40 getting fucked up
Smoking on a blunt that a nigga just rolled up
Yo, it was a sunny day, counting my money, I put my gun away
In my rest, sipping on Doja and frozen Alizรฉ
All's well from plans made last Saturday
Up in they spot giving better prices, now they mad at me
These are money violations turning to tragedies
I'll make your life story to a tragedy
Watch strategically, on the low, nobody seeing me
I'm in the lab, catch my video on BET
Or catch me riding through on some hot shit
I thought you knew, that's how we do, why try to stop it?
Flowing an eight-fifth, interior like a cockpit
My crew roll through, we real wild and obnoxious
In the spot, burn green like the Rastas
Or on the block, pistol cocked, murder imposters
These aren't colossus, not feasts, it's the birth names
Still rock the same clothes 'cause y'all hoes ain't really worth gain
Ain't really worth gain