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Ooh, ooh, ooh
Avelo on the beat
Mmm, yeah
Woah, no, no
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Woah, woah, woah
Yo, where do I start? I'm still livin', but emotionally scarred
I love this gang shit, even though it teared me apart
She want a gang nigga, I just wanna tear off her bra
She want a gang nigga, tell me, can you play your part?
Cah it's minimum fourteen if I get a guilty
I'm waitin' on my verdict right now and I'm tryna stay positive
Deep down, I'm feelin' filthy
But fuck what it isn't, cah it is what it will be
My little baby girl, she don't even understand
I was broken way before she came apart of my plans
It was '018 when my nigga got murdะตred
And every fuckin' Spartan sent bullets on thะตm man
Feds locked up my team
Niggas got ten, fifteen and twenties, nah, it ain't what it seems
How you doin' drills on the road, go jail on your
Own, see opps now you're sayin' you're on dean?
Couple niggas never got sweet
They never had a trial, they never had to fight 'til they're free
So how they turnin' nothin' to beef?
And they ain't done enough, nah, that can never be me
Yo, I love SD, still deep in the war
Others must've forgot what we do in this sport
Need clean-hearted bangers like granddad
Pull up and bang-bang, now, he's out in '034
Yo, I'm pissed that he never got to see my daughters first
And he ain't comin' home for a second or third
I'm pissed I'm a street nigga, got a lot of beef, nigga
Felt like a deadbeat when I missed her birth
I was locked up, boxed up, mackerel stocked up
Plugs in the socks get to swingin' like nunchucks
Waitin' on some free prints of pretty little dumb sluts
Snoochin' on the phone like we're cuffed up
And if you ain't got a TEC, then that blue phone's peak
Four rings, cut the call before that ten P beat
Riz rips, leave a milk, stick together then you dry it
Now, you're cuttin' 'round the land and who's got baccy for some weed?
I pay the price, you play with mine
I get judged by twelve before you take my life
And I get carried by six, that's my state of mind
They want spaceships, I'm just takin' time
Everyone's got their opinion, I just hope you understand
Just before I caught my case, had a whole load of plans
Just before I caught my case, had the game in my hands
And if I weren't number one, it must've been for lil' ass
Speak for them trappers and them bangers
I ain't beefin' with no niggas that started drillin' off the hazards
I made them wanna be me, had that shit on repeat
But they won't admit it cah they're all fuckin' cappers
I was walkin' out of court and saw an opp comin' in
Saw the jury there too, so I let him talk his shit
He was doin' all that stuff like come 'round the corner
But it never phased me cah bro will punch any skin
Since '019, I can't even be me
Gotta give the feds my lyrics 'fore I put it on the screen
Can't be with my niggas cah these bail conditions
No fans wonderin' if Loski's still street
And I broke my BM's heart and she done shit I can't condonin'
Fuck it though, that pussy ain't mine, I don't own it
Pretty little Kim, don't do that shit cah I'll be so sick
I'm givin' you my heart like "Here, hold this"
I'm feelin' so numb
Hope you're like my mama and you're so strong
If I leave today, please hold on
I swear my heart snapped
Day I lost Woz in that car crash
I wish that I could give my ex heart back (Avelo on the beat)
And God willin' that I beat my case
Never have to beef the jakes
Never see another grave, I've been through them rainy days
Prayed and I felt like it weren't workin'
Down on my knees like "Lord, do I deserve this?"
I don't wanna hurt pricks, but that's how the roads go
My nigga Hector won't see his son 'til he grows old
I just wanna shut down shows and win some MOBOs
And take TY overseas with some throat goats
Fuck the appeal, Trizz release date's so near
A lot of rappers fell off, but Loski's still here
Me and SY been through it all and he's still here
'023 Ain't nothin' but the real here