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[intro: sdot go]
graah-graah, boom
c’mere, c’mere
ayo, who ‘dat?
like, graah-graah, boom
he ain’t goin’ no where
like

[chorus: sdot go]
th-this ain’t no sad song
i ain’t seen brodie in mad long (graah-graah, boom)
i ain’t hittin’ the backboard
i’m gettin’ closer, tellin’ brodie pass off
lurk on that block when we spinnin’ for mad long
i get active, i don’t do the rap war
facial recognition, betta’ take ya’ mask off
oh, they said i ain’t hit ‘em, i thought that i had ‘em
it’s aight, yeah, it happened
but when i bend back, it’s gon’ be a disaster
h-he thought i won’t fl!ck ‘cause i’ma rapper
he was runnin’ when them bullets passed ‘em
th-that n-gga blockwork, i rеally hope y’all don’t jack ‘em
couple of n-ggas told mе that he rattin’
[?] see me, he was duckin’—

[verse 1: sdot go]
jay wasn’t lyin’ when he said, “we smacked ‘em”
n-gga know the real, i ain’t know why he cappin’ (word to bro)
jump off the bike, i cannot catch up
i forgot [?] was an athlete
5 getting tight, [?] keep running, it jam when he tried to clap him
l-like, he better move
drive slow, then you crashing
put the beam on his face, i’m tryna tag him
[verse 2: tata]
put the beam on his face, i’m tryna clap him (baow baow, d-mn)
these n-ggas play tough but these n-ggas be actin’
mdotty throw bullets, watch these n-ggas catch ’em (b-tch)
i was 13 when i laced up my cleats
in the field i be throwing bullets like it’s madden (baow baow baow)
like, if he freeze, i bet i tag him (graah)
b-tch, i-i really make sh-t happen
like, lil mel got turned into ashes (d-mn, d-mn, d-mn, d-mn)
b-tch, why do these n-ggas be lacking?
like, lil yellow, shot in his neck
like, noah got beat in his ‘jects (noah)
push up on me, get sent to his friend
somebody drivin’ whenever we bend
d-mn, d-mn, let’s get high
like, who really ready to die?
like, who wanna go meet they guys?
like, tell ’em n-ggas i said “hi”
b-tch!
41 shots to the head

[verse 1: sdot go]
th-this ain’t no sad song
i ain’t seen brodie in mad long (graah-graah, boom)
i ain’t hittin’ the backboard
i’m gettin’ closer, tellin’ brodie pass off
lurk on that block when we spinnin’ for mad long
i get active, i don’t do the rap war
facial recognition, betta’ take ya’ mask off
oh, they said i ain’t hit ‘em, i thought that i had ‘em
it’s aight, yeah, it happened
but when i bend back, it’s gon’ be a disaster
h-he thought i won’t fl!ck ‘cause i’ma rapper
he was runnin’ when them bullets passed ‘em
th-that n-gga blockwork, i really hope y’all don’t jack ‘em
couple of n-ggas told me that he rattin’
[?] see me, he was duckin’—

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