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(Rrrah)
Back against the wall, shooting up the city (6,,, rrrah)
(What's the word, C4?)
Back against the wall, shooting up the city (rrrah)
Opps keep dying they ain't gone admit it
I thank God I'm nothing like my ?, that shit ugly never been pretty
All black mask, all black hoodie
Chilling with the killers, thuggin with the bullies
Standing on business never been pussy
Ready for war like call of duty
Back against the wall, shooting up the city (6,,, rrrah)
(What's the word, C4?)
Back against the wall, shooting up the city (rrrah)
Opps keep dying they ain't gone admit it
I thank God I'm nothing like my ?, that shit ugly never been pretty
All black mask, all black hoodie
Chilling with the killers, thuggin with the bullies
Standing on business never been pussy
Ready for war like call of duty
Lying in your raps, boy stop all of that cap (all of the cap)
We knocking shit off the map
I'm in a Rover, boy I feel just like Soulja, guns make em clap, clap, clap (rrrah)
Lying in your lyrics, you cap, cap, cap
? the set, I'm like ?
Diss on me better ride with the strap, cause you can get killed by the a (er,,erh) AK (haaa)
You some pussy boy, that don't apply to me
A gangster that what you try to be (try to be)
I shot back if a nigga shot at me
Told the truth to your honor but you lied to me (no cap)
Broke my heart my own brother told on me (uh)
Never thought that bro was gon' fold on me (fuck)
I'm numb to the pain shit cold on me (I'm numb)
But you know that Cinderblock roll with me
Turnt up out the ceiling, riding 'round town with the villain
First degree murder for Bibby (skr,,,Bibby), been on business
We grew up stuck in the trenches, now Ima flash all my riches
I grew up broke, robbing to get me some money, I'll put that Glock to your throat
This not a joke, we got xan, act, crack, percs for the low (low, uh)
Hundred solid shooters my entourage (entourage)
Catch me a opp, I'ma sabotage (rrrah)
Anytime I did wrong I had to pray to God
You my brother but you just gotta play your part
? my face, thinking bout Bibby and Eight
? get shot in the face (rrrah)
Back in the K smoking this opp pack, that shit feel like it's laced
Turnt up out the ceiling, riding 'round town with the villain
First degree murder for Bibby (skr,,,Bibby), been on business
We grew up stuck in the trenches, now Ima flash all my riches
I grew up broke, robbing to get me some money, I'll put that Glock to your throat
This not a joke, we got xan, act, crack, percs for the low (low, uh)
Hundred solid shooters my entourage (entourage)
Catch me a opp, I'ma sabotage (rrrah)
Anytime I did wrong I had to pray to God
You my brother but you just gotta play your part
? my face, thinking bout Bibby and Eight
? get shot in the face (rrrah)
Back in the K smoking this opp pack, that shit feel like it's laced
Back against the walls, shooting up the city
Opps keep dying they gone admit it
I thank God I'm nothing like my ?, that shit ugly never been pretty
All black mask all black hoodie
Killing with the killers thuggin with the bullies
Standing on business never been pussy
Ready for war like call of duty
Back against the wall, shooting up the city
Opps keep dying they gone admit it
I thank God I'm nothing like my ?, that shit ugly never been pretty
All black mask all black hoodie
Chilling with the killers thuggin with the bullies
Standing on business never been pussy
Ready for war like call of duty
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