All the Murderers

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(Stay with Vegas on the wave) All these drugs to heal my pain, but ain't none work I'm gon' chase the check, that's for certain While my young niggas outside lurking I'm special, but I ain't perfect Lost my brother, can't lie, that hurt me I ain't cashing out on no Birkin They been cashing out on them hearses Locked in with all the murderers from out my city She just want me to notice her, but I ain't with it High as fuck, might pop another Perc', I'm in my feelings Yeah, that's your bitch, but, boy, I had her first, JB my witness Rod and JB codefendants I raise 'em right, we don't do no snitching I raise 'еm right, we don't beef 'bout bitches They camе to fight, we came with switches Ha, stepping on any nigga in my way, then I go MIA No way that's my burger, but how I been getting to that money Know I got a lot of cake I ain't gon' get me a lawyer But I spent some racks on both of my lil' brothers' cases Tommy gun, I ain't talkin' 'bout Sawyer, keep shit in order My name hold a lot of weight They shipping that shit 'cross the border, put me in an order Pick it up on another day No half-time, fourth quarter, crunch time Fall his ass out with a dirty Drac' All these Dracs, I don't know shit 'bout OVO Can't keep up with a bitch when I'm on the road Steady getting to that check, I been doin' shows Bad bitch, every city, on all fours Shorty fuck, still in love with them Tahoes Takin' shit, we outside clutching y'all poles And we get the drops from y'all hoes We get all the drops from opp hoes All these drugs to heal my pain, but ain't none work I'm gon' chase the check, that's for certain While my young niggas outside lurkin' I'm special, but I ain't perfect Lost my brother, can't lie, that hurt me I ain't cashin' out on no Birkin They been cashin' out on them hearses Locked in with all the murderers from out my city She just want me to notice her, but I ain't with it High as fuck, might pop another Perc' I'm in my feelings Yeah, that's your bitch, but, boy, I had her first JB my witness Oh Been through so much shit that the world don't know You know how that shit go Life been moving slow I don't know what's goin' on lately So lost in my thoughts, I can't sit down That's why I keep on pacing I adapted to them chopper sounds I know that might sound crazy Snakes up in your yard, then mow 'pacing down Shooting niggas in they faces Ain't hitting that blunt, ain't see you roll it I don't know if you laced it I know I'm young, that don't mean I can't go back to the basics I done spoke on all the subjects, I touched all the bases Way they stabbed me in my back, I just got empty spaces I could tell her love ain't real, distorted phases From distorted phases (From the distorted phases) All these drugs to heal my pain, but ain't none work I'm gon' chase the check, that's for certain While my young niggas outside lurkin' I'm special, but I ain't perfect Lost my brother, can't lie, that hurt me I ain't cashin' out on no Birkin They been cashin' out on them hearses Locked in with all the murderers from out my city She just want me to notice her, but I ain't with it High as fuck, might pop another Perc', I'm in my feelings Yeah, that's your bitch, but, boy, I had her first JB my witness