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turn your back on me why you run from me? in the streets lyin to your big homie trynna catch his ass like a real goalie im first his ass like the real brolly said he wanna k!ll me but he gotta show me turn him to a ghost they get real holy gonn roll his ass like a rolly polly fighting bring my mask like you got it for me

[verse 1]
(i love you jay) (i love dj grenade) thinkin im lackin n-gga but im lookin for you i get active n-gga take your shooter from you i run up on you put that 5 on you it a nun to me im a real gunner and it nun time feeling like the summer you gonna show me sum that you really love me trynna take mine it get real ugly know im street smart send dat crack dummy. turn your back on me why you run from me? in the streets lyin to your big homie trynna catch his ass like a real goalie im first his ass like the real brolly said he wanna k!ll me but he gotta show me turn him to a ghost they get real holy gonn roll his ass like a rolly polly fighting bring my mask like you got it for me i be off the drug i ain’t never sober caught me in the range in the rangerover once she seen my fame she gonn bend over know a n-gga lie she wanna come over i ain’t comfortable i got no clothes all my partners died i got no answers and my momma strong she just beat cancer got a pole on me like a dirty dancer. know im sliding for you if you right or wrong. im a street n-gga this a love song i been writing letter when you comin home ion see your face only on the phone take em on the chase know im gonn get him gone goin state to state with these different hoes yea they all the same they just wanna bone ion know the call i got two phones

[verse 2]
keep a 100 wit me like 99 know krya lookin from the heaven skys you a fake n-gga thats a disguise i was born to sing need a baptize i be trynna spin on the outside but it hard to spin when you ain’t outside its you locked up we gonna come inside and no running baby this a g ride me and you we like bonnie and klyde what i do no im steppin sh-t glock ice you put it in my woah i won’t think twice i got demons i needa fight i did bad things in a dark time come in the light i just roll up and i put the smoke up in the air n-gga like a kite ride my d-ck ride it like a bike i f-cked up its gon be alright i giver no f-cks they be k!llin dikes i catch withca up boy im on the block n-gga shooting dice my bro locked up n-gga eating rice she got good head n-gga like lice it dont mean mobb we gon play nice

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