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(Ayy, Boss, did you sample that?) (Ebon, you made this?) Trappin' out that bando, we was starvin' When I needed you the most, you left me heartless We came up on dirty money, we was robbin' Pull up with my vultures and just phrrt at his noggin Woah, that's another body Woah, I got demons 'round me Woah, and if I ever die, homie Tell my brother get a chopper and go slide for me, uh Mud brothers, uh Treat you like my mother child You my blood brother And we ain't never showin' love to no groupie b*t*hes, mm-mm They can't get no love from us And I don't trust nas in my city, I don't got no love for 'em I know a na who play gangster, but he run from us I know a na say he a shooter, they took his gun from him What you know about waking up inside that trap house? My mama kicked me out the crib 'cause I been dream chasin' But when it's comin' to my fame, I bring the MAC out Them youngins with me, they see red, they ain't scared of no cases Jumped in the streets, I went head first, now I'm touchin' blue faces Whoever thought I'd make it out? Now I'm sh*ttin' on nas And now I want my money blue, I ain't never been racist Now I want my money blue, I ain't never been racist Try to book me for a show, I need like 10k They say I'm c*cky and underrated, I been paid Before the rap, I been shinin' on top, no chandelier Stick to the pain, tryna make sure my mama bills paid I was thirteen on that corner servin' fiends Tryna run up for the B, I risk it all, no, I don't never fear I lost my cousin to the streets and I can't fking lie I ain't even cry, uh Mud brothers, uh Treat you like my mother child You my blood brother And we ain't never showin' love to no groupie b*t*hes, mm-mm They can't get no love from us And I don't trust nas in my city, I don't got no love for 'em I know a na who play gangster, but he run from us I know a na say he a shooter, they took his gun from him Mud brothers, uh Treat you like my mother child You my blood brother And we ain't never showin' love to no groupie b*t*hes, mm-mm They can't get no love from us And I don't trust nas in my city, I don't got no love for 'em I know a na who play gangster, but he run from us I know a na say he a shooter, they took his gun from him
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