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(Sebz beats, baby)
Hitsquad baby
You know what it is
Pants saggin', black flaggin'
P's up 'til I freeze up
Look
I ain't famous, I'm infamous
I earnt my name 'cah I'm into this
I love the game, yeah I live for this
I had to rewrite and change, this wasn't in the script
But it was written in the stars, I fill my skin with ink
These niggas pushin' Ps
I'm pushin' Ps for the peaceful or it's rest in peace
Hitsquad baby
You know what it is
Pants saggin', black flaggin'
P's up 'til I freeze up
Look
I ain't famous, I'm infamous
I earnt my name 'cah I'm into this
I love the game, yeah I live for this
I had to rewrite and change, this wasn't in the script
But it was written in the stars, I fill my skin with ink
These niggas pushin' Ps
I'm pushin' Ps for the peaceful or it's rest in peace
How you a preacher 'round the demons and treachery?
When I'm asleep, I'm fightin' demons, got the best of me
Yeah, we was friends but now it's dead, well you switched sides, I guess all's well that ends well
My nigga bent well, dead petals, spent shells
I think about bro, I wish that lick had went well, I gotta exhale
I ain't smokin' gangster spliffs, I'm smokin' dead niggas
When I was young, I was lookin' up to dem niggas
Now them niggas smokin' crack, I'm tryna get figures
I see the losers, had to turn us to some breadwinners
I got my reup from the 'Malis
Trappin' and I'm bangin', I just gave my bro the car keys
When I'm asleep, I'm fightin' demons, got the best of me
Yeah, we was friends but now it's dead, well you switched sides, I guess all's well that ends well
My nigga bent well, dead petals, spent shells
I think about bro, I wish that lick had went well, I gotta exhale
I ain't smokin' gangster spliffs, I'm smokin' dead niggas
When I was young, I was lookin' up to dem niggas
Now them niggas smokin' crack, I'm tryna get figures
I see the losers, had to turn us to some breadwinners
I got my reup from the 'Malis
Trappin' and I'm bangin', I just gave my bro the car keys
I was tryna shoot the sheriff, feel like Robert Marley
Niggas tryna kill me, I been prayin' with my aunty
I'm dyslexic, I don't know where to draw the line
Sociopathic borderline, I wanna slap it all the time
Free Slapit 'cah that nigga had my back like he a spine
Yeah, we was in the north, two waps filled up a 'Bine
Fuck a date, I'ma spend it on my niggas who ain't got one
This bitch don't even wanna date, she wanna fuck some
Think he a Gmail, wait 'til the dot come
I bet I leave him on the floor until the doc' come
Niggas tryna kill me, I been prayin' with my aunty
I'm dyslexic, I don't know where to draw the line
Sociopathic borderline, I wanna slap it all the time
Free Slapit 'cah that nigga had my back like he a spine
Yeah, we was in the north, two waps filled up a 'Bine
Fuck a date, I'ma spend it on my niggas who ain't got one
This bitch don't even wanna date, she wanna fuck some
Think he a Gmail, wait 'til the dot come
I bet I leave him on the floor until the doc' come
And when them niggas stabbed me, I knew I wasn't dead
It's written on my chest, HSQ, I'm heaven sent
And all that talkin's irrelevant
At least I'm still here with stuff in the trunk, I'm like a elephant
Five foot eight but I'm heavyweight, gettin' straight
I had a reboar, I'm tryna get 'em any way
Thirteen, I was doin' stabbin's for some petty change
You hoppin' off the porch these days, it's very late
Release dates more important than my b'days
At one time, I couldn't last three days
And free my niggas, we just don't know how to behave
I let it fart but its GSR, not methane
It's written on my chest, HSQ, I'm heaven sent
And all that talkin's irrelevant
At least I'm still here with stuff in the trunk, I'm like a elephant
Five foot eight but I'm heavyweight, gettin' straight
I had a reboar, I'm tryna get 'em any way
Thirteen, I was doin' stabbin's for some petty change
You hoppin' off the porch these days, it's very late
Release dates more important than my b'days
At one time, I couldn't last three days
And free my niggas, we just don't know how to behave
I let it fart but its GSR, not methane
Throw up number two but I'm number one
I miss Max, we was at Sam's pit, on the run
We got packs, they only stab things on a song
I need a M 'cah in this rap shit, I'm one of one
Huh, Hitsquad baby
I miss Max, we was at Sam's pit, on the run
We got packs, they only stab things on a song
I need a M 'cah in this rap shit, I'm one of one
Huh, Hitsquad baby
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