Cold Killaz, Gorillas
We get strung
Coke dealers, Gorillas
Run these streets
Run these streets
Cold killaz, Gold dealers
Run these streets
Run these streets
Dope Dealer, Dope Dealers
We run these streets
Run these streets
Smokin' weed we sippin surp
Smokin' weed we sippin surp
What kind of SWOUP is it you makin' dog?
We never gave a fuck about these kids
When we be ridin'
Smoking on this kusher I be high
Got the devil on my back
N' a mofuckin shotty by my side
All my killaz n Platoon gone rise
We control the city, like sim city
Turn a old town into a sin city
Fuck a old boy, we been gritty
We clock em ops, Killa Kel wit me
My pistola smokin' n my blunt is
Throw up sets till my fingers ain't function
Fuck a bitch, if she ain't cooking lunch yet
Have the DA tryin' fuck up my junctions
Now I'm in the hood homey
You know I'm strapped
Build a Big L
As I bump L tracks
Livin' in a jail cell
Shout out to (?) FLakk?
We gone hold you down
Till your skinny ass get back
Killa now it's on cuz my fam know who snitched
We gone get his moms, lil' daughter and his bitch
Sneak all yo clothes now we rockin' yo shit
Swag on 5 trill so we make it more sick
It's that horse shit we droppin
We Hedj fam, meet more coffins
Bring that Hitchcock often
I was born alone, homey I'm a die mofuckin' mobbin
It's Paper
Platoon we get this
Money, my brother
I do hope
That you're in heaven
Smilin' down on our mother
I'm a walk, I'm a march
I'm a bleed, I'm a spark
Trap until I die
Rap until I die
Forgive me god
For I have sinned
Got murder on my hand
With a burner in a van
What the hell this man gone tell my kids
God knows. Spark got
Problems and my heart shot
You catch me out the crib
I'll be dodgin' through (?) dark spots (?)

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