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Young Robz
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Getting and putting wounds in that flesh it ain't nothing but a battle scar
Shootah goonz ain't gotta act we really had it hard
Broken home breed still managing a damaged heart
I can't and won't preach fuck a camera shoot that cannon spark
They ain't fucking with the movement but I know they tracking ours
Prolly poled up plenty shots like we at the bar
Got dumped at in his whip he got left with a crappy car
Housed with my hitters you can catch us on that active yard
Seen me letting off started ducking doing the duck walk
She got them duck lips always need something to suck on
If she don't bring them bucks quick she gotta get the fuck on
A strapped up suckah they the ones we gotta buck on
Dreams haven't came true but them nightmares have
Real goons with heart but they broken can't repair that
Leave you crashed out popping at you like some air bags
On the hoe I smashed out ignored all her paragraphs
Leaving shit busted stuck up in the street war
I'm not and never was shit, what you want me for ?
I'm a hot boy I bring a heat storm
Always doing something that they gonna go and report
I play offense and defense can't let the suckahs team score
It's either him or me that's gon be bleeding on that street floor
Wanted by authorities million dollar reward
Don't be trying to come and press up on me I ain't no keyboard
Real hitter team player put and push work on and off season
I done got done wrong that's why I got reasons
A phony trader trader that's what I'm not needing
Them is who we struck on we more then got even
Riding with them boys you can catch that second hand smoke
Shooter in the street but in the cage we get your man's poked
Threat the fam ohh, on the mob we gon mob on ya
Give a little gas smoke really blow that cloud on ya
What you got on you we come from swiping pockets
My slang you better not mock it, post up normal
That mouth you better watch it, do you like you an informal
Your boy got girly hormones
Speaking too much like a broad
They be thinking that they running shit until we make em crawl
I be feeling like I'm bob the builder I can give a fix
I'm that boy that robs with the squad I'm gon split the lick
Was dirty cuttah clutching
Trying to get rid of it
Leaving shit busted stuck up in the street war
I'm not and never was shit, what you want me for ?
I'm a hot boy I bring a heat storm
Always doing something that they gonna go and report
I play offense and defense can't let the suckahs team score
It's either him or me that's gon be bleeding on that street floor
Wanted by authorities million dollar reward
Don't be trying to come and press up on me I ain't no keyboard