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Sum Gotta Give
Flee Lord
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Lord Lord
Welcome to the gun show
I let one go, knocking down your front door
Talk a peep hole, you know the street code
Empty out, reload, dip before police know
No women, no children
Big fire on my side once I enter the building
More than me, I'm more in loyalty in death mode
Tech blow holes inside of your best clothes
It's jux time, I'm taking the game
Flaking the 'caine, creating my own lane
Used to play the staircase, popping the raw
These come, stash gold right on top of the door
Finish all them pieces, they be copping some more
So I don't understand why they always watching us for
I'm just tryna feed my kids, I'm tired of seeing bids
Struggle my whole life, supplying and reing wiz
You know Flee, I'm knee deep in the hustle
It feel good getting money with the people who love you, trust
Feel good getting money with the people who love you
I'm tryna live my life
Wake up in the morning, I pitch no white
I'm tired of dodging jakes
Boot 'em out the whip, we don't ride with snakes
Every day is a process
We making this progress to get out the projects
Every day is a process
We making this progress to get out the projects
I'm still down to take a charge as usual
At Amos tryna see which rental cars are suitable
I seen legends go like Bumpy Johnson's funeral
Niggas who made millions off pharmaceuticals
Life ain't free, it costs to be a boss
It's fucked up 'cause it even cost you being poor
We sold dope for cars 'cause we was lost
Still in the hood when we all should be in laws
Every young nigga I know got a burner
He either got a robbery charge or a murder
His mother got a addiction, she don't deserve it
He feel sorry for her, he love her, so he serve her
Story like mine, he even from the same hood I'm from
And got a all black .40 like mines
I'm a hustler, I really sold all these white pies
These rap niggas telling all these white lies
Loyal 'til your death, that shit on my neck
Got me looking like Iron Man how it's glowing in my chest
They think it's all good, they don't know a nigga stressed
That's how they react when they know a nigga next
I got four in, tryna snatch four more
Four slugs stuffed in the .44
Four hundred grams in the four door
This real nigga shit, me and Lord Lord
I'm tryna live my life
Wake up in the morning, I pitch no white
I'm tired of dodging jakes
Boot 'em out the whip, we don't ride with snakes
Every day is a process
We making this progress to get out the projects
Every day is a process
We making this progress to get out the projects
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You'll see, it's brilliant
What the devil are you doing?
Making our work of art a masterpiece
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