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Hoodbaby Peppa
Hoodbaby Peppa
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Dontae Francis
Dontae Francis
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(Neighbourhood watch, Neighbourhood watch) (Still be on the neighbourhood watch, neighbourhood watch) (Sometimes I'm on the neighbourhood watch, neighbourhood watch) (A nigga got to save his own block) (Sometimes a nigga got to save his own block) (Yeah yeah, yeah yeah) Sometimes I'm on the neighbourhood watch Sometimes the neighbourhood hero gotta save his own block (On God) DT on the ferry to the plane I brought my mop (On God) My homie lost his bro, went to Africa, came back got (Yeah) Next homie doing time for one's, wish he ain't get caught I heard niggas be rattin' I move milly on the block Cops harass me cuz my status told my lawyer make it stop I'm worried bout my own health cuz them drugs be hard to stop (Eugh) Sliding with a 3D printed this bitch getting hot You on the sidewalks tweaking We really in the streets like Mike Skinner Felt like Pac with the spinner, bitch I had the juice and I ain't cry When my dawg died my heart got thinner Police taking Kodaks of a nigga I can't roll in peace I could teach you how to catch a murder but I ain't Lil Kee My homie gone 16 he won't see me til' he 46 Bitch I'm on the money team but I ain't signed to TMT Thinkin' what I'm gon put on my will and I ain't dead yet I ain't get my flowers yet won't answer if you know me They congratulate the people that do the same thing as me But not me, because it's me, I got a force plan way I see I got to force the switch up on the glock, try put the opps to sleep I found out I was a druggie geekin' off the ecstasy Eight niggas in the whip, we all squished up and slid Five bands for the glock so I could kick it like I'm Lee Side bitch bought me a beam, so I know she on my team I'm the neighbourhood hero but got villains around me (On God) Downtown with the spillers 100 rounds around me (On God) Feel like Skilli Beng cuz shit get fucked when I reach No clothes up in my suitcase, shotgun and a 22 I'm in the range with my bitch teaching my mizzle how to shoot Sleeping with my pistol hope that I don't make the news Sleeping with my pistol I'll put you on the news Sometimes I'm on the neighbourhood watch Sometimes the neighbourhood hero gotta save his own block DT on the ferry to the plane I brought my mop My homie lost his bro, went to Africa, came back got Next homie doing time for one's, wish he ain't get caught I heard niggas be rattin' I move milly on the block Cops harass me cuz my status told my lawyer make it stop I'm worried bout my own health cuz them drugs be hard to stop Diamonds clear coated I was chilly on the block My mind stay floatin' ain't no ceiling on the top Every chance that I get, put my city on my back Put that plan in effect, execute and make it stretch (Stretch) Left hand my Rolex, my right hand Audemars Everyday I count my blessings cuz I could never count on y'all I'm really with Money Team, ain't never nothing free Thumbin' through the paper sheets, know I could only sign to me Know these niggas full of hatred In my face they kind to me (That's facts) Know they gon play it fake cuz they know who co-signing me Guns, drugs and murda, we still living violently (Splatt) Different postal codes you know there ain't no finding me Youngin' tryna break them locks, first he breakin' down them keys Do his time he ain't got talk, he ain't taking on no plea Tryna play me for them chips, know they gon take em out for me You get paid for no hit, know he gon take em out for free Sometimes I'm on the neighbourhood watch Sometimes the neighbourhood hero gotta save his own block DT on the ferry to the plane I brought my mop My homie lost his bro, went to Africa, came back got Next homie doing time for one's, wish he ain't get caught I heard niggas be rattin' I move milly on the block Cops harass me cuz my status told my lawyer make it stop I'm worried bout my own health cuz them drugs be hard to stop Sliding with a 3D printed this bitch getting hot You on the sidewalks tweaking We really in the streets like Mike Skinner Felt like Pac with the spinner, bitch I had the juice and I ain't cry When my dawg died my heart got thinner Police taking Kodaks of a nigga I can't roll in peace I could teach you how to catch a murder but I ain't Lil Keed My homie gone 16 he won't see me til' he 46 Bitch I'm on the money team and I ain't signed to TMT
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