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They know Kobe produced this shit mehn Cut my head up off my neck If you see me turn to a snake Throw yo' phone don't leave no shit Know we gon' slide when it get late You gon' fuck with me or you gon' die with them You choose yo' fate I was down they used to love me Now I'm up them niggas hate Bullet grazed him in his head Now his head look like Andrew Tate I smoke on dead opps I might just roll a blunt up with his vase I can't say to much, I gotta keep it silent Can't catch a case Heard they talk behind my back But don't say shit when I'm in they face If that bitch think she my main She might be drunk she might be laced I can't cuff none of these hoes I'm Mr P, I just run game I want all the money, fuck the clothes And tell 'em fuck the fame Brand new opp I roll 'em up We hit mo' necks then Johnny Dang Most these rapper niggas pussy They get jumped and they gon' sang I stay with my heat And when I shoot I feel just like D Wade Hollow tip had hit that boy Now his ahh singing like T-pain I came for the money, I came for the check I want that bag Remember late night robbin' Hope that boy don't buck I'm on his ass You get caught without yo' pipe We take yo' life don't get no pass I can't wait to cashout on the will with 300 on my dash I want bad shit, no baby we can't fuck if you don't got ass Freaky hoe just ate the dick While I was driving almost crash This lil cougar hoe, she like the way I dress She like my swag My number two say keep yo' enemies closer than friends I text my opp and I say pull up and smoke one lil twin Jay gotta drive be he go fast when he whippin' the Benz I'm with Lil Rod he see the hate through the Cartier lens Reminiscing 'bout lil shit He got hit with this geng No why they burn the splat I just end up changing the vin These RIP bullets gon' hurt when they go through your skin Just for Lil Jj hit that block we come spinning again I catch a opp and pray to God I repent for my sins I smacked it off the Henne' Now she wan try it again If he come back to life I shoot him He dying again No I fuck with the mob They posted up right there by ten No I didn't have no help I had to do it by myself I know that I'm the chosen one That why I keep my gun (Huh, huh) That's why I keep my gun I know that I'm the chosen one That's why I keep my gun That's why I keep my gun I know that I'm the chosen one that's why I keep my gun
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