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GSR
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Yeah, ayy, ayy
Association with the suckers, that's the shit that get you grabbed
I finally touched the bag, expensive drip I never had
Said I was plottin' on a ticket while I sit in back of class
Told myself to be a man 'cause I ain't grow up with no dad
So I said, "Fuck school," kickin' doors and rappin' 'til I'm rich
Granny died before I got to gain some motion, had me sick
Emotions to the side, it's Operation, get some chip (Ooh, 27CLUB)
Lately giving shit to Blues, bitch, I was raised around the Crips
Say, where the funk? Applyin' hella pressure, bring it here
Sit back, I'm havin' thoughts of Deborah Ann and sheddin' tears
Ayy, Granny, tell me, would it feel the same if you was here?
Brokenhearted, I done felt this way for years
Ayy baby hold my hand, it seem I gotta step to find some peace
Said you gone for good, well shit that's fine with me
See murders in my sleep, gon' have to show you steppin', talk is cheap
'Cause I done threw some shots and watched him bleed
Been tryna change my ways, but murder just keep on callin' on my name
Who was there when I was stuck inside the rain?
Pop doors to heal my pain, I'll die for this, my guy, we not the same
Lonely road with evil thoughts inside my brain
Bro, you should be ashamed, took the belt, but your lil' brother got it worse
Before you fix your mouth to say that I'm a bitch, then pop me first
Can't speak up on what happened on that skit, it's not his work
Slap the switch on 3D-printed G19 and watch it twerk
I love the smell of GSR and blood inside the air
It's me and Stick vers' you and your lil' whip, I guess it's fair
Survived the Nike shot but would've died if I was there
Pop the door and do your thing, no playin' scared
Ayy nigga, where the funk? Applyin' hella pressure, bring it here
Sit back, I'm havin' thoughts of Deborah Ann and sheddin' tears
Ayy, Granny, tell me, would it feel the same if you was here?
Brokenhearted, I done felt this way for years
Ayy baby hold my hand, it seem I gotta step to find some peace
Said you gone for good, well shit that's fine with me
See murders in my sleep, gon' have to show you steppin', talk is cheap
'Cause I done threw some shots and watched him bleed
Nigga, yeah, yeah
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Niggas, say, can y'all hear me though?
Yeah, yeah, yeah
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