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I am taking all the molly justice for my mind Kids growing up, I am seeing with eyes I don't wanna feel my skin crawl Left me for the game, suicide I don't wanna fight with your fight men We just got a .60 for the stiffant I just spent a 40 for this white benz Oh Run up to the hood with the Bayonets Really really trust issues matching souls Really really I am feeling low Cannot wait to lose my soul Heartfelt and it feels so cold I turned back and backed up I got shadows like the sharp blunts She can't feel us Maybe she could when she's dying I don't wanna fight with your fight men We just got a .60 for the stiffant I just spent a 40 for this white benz Oh Run up to the hood with the Bayonets Go Flip it now Nigga saying never gon bring a knife to no gunfight Never send a lil fuck nigga If you need some to be done right Nowadays these hoes man They acting so uptight 3 wrongs in my life We making it one right Shooting our way where we gonna go make it If you got mine We gon take it Know that we never gon ever be faking Flipping the script like it's bacon Nigga gon have to go try to come take it Money we stacking cause money we raking Fuckin' wit me you know that's forsaken Yeahhhhhhh Yall still playing with me? Ha Fuck nigga Come on I don't wanna fight with your fight men We just got a .60 for the stiffant I just spent a 40 for this white benz Oh Run up to the hood with the Bayonets
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