(Intro)
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We got a story to tell (damn)
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Yea
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Pay attention
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(Verse)
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Brand new pistol ? we bought it
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Really couldn¡¯t afford it
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Either that or his moms, take a trip to the florist
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Get him first, what he¡¯s thinking?
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Fit for Henny he drinkin
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Hustle five days a week but he hittin cribs on the weekend
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Don¡¯t know pops, he don¡¯t care
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Don¡¯t know papi for work
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And right before he do it he always visits the church
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Never question his motives
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Or the weapon he holdin
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You¡¯ll be gone by tonight and he¡¯ll still be here in the morning
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Off that Mary he floatin, pop the molly good measure
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Always call for the hit ¡®cus nobody do it no better
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Fire up then he leave, girl smoke in his pocket
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He keep one in the head, never once did he cock it
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He don¡¯t roll with the team, clean it up where those stacks
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Don¡¯t keep shit in the glove, pistol right on his lap
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Make the temperature change, he did not lose his cool
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All the shit he done, he only 15 years old
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(Hook x2)
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I said the streets so cold I won¡¯t change up
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Better keep yourself from anger
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When you out there
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When you out there, When you out there
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(Verse)
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Now look
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I know they know but I keep pistols in the cover
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Thinkin it was my woman, I keep that bitch undercover
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Just hope for a better day, thinkin I made a way
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¡®Cause me and my niggas good, just touchin up on that K
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Just preachin out to the youth,
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This shit that I speak is truth
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Never deep at that Chevy and one they turned to a coupe
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But homie that¡¯s all I know
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Never separate groups
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If it¡¯s about that paper, all we gon do is shoot
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Smoking that shit I love
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Thuggin all of them puddlers
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Just puffin up on that kush
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You may hate but I know they love it
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But steady I¡¯m reving engines, keep that shit to the sub
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Before I ever give it up I¡¯m wildin out like fuck it hah
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Just picture them better days through the clouds
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I¡¯m dealing with so much hate, I turn the frown to a smile
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Chevy fuck with it heavy, know we keepin it steady
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Niggas they want that P, just call me whenever ready
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But look, gotta show em how to keep it off yo mind
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Better stay up on that paper, haters knock you off yo grind
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That¡¯s right, every grip I¡¯m holdin I make sure that shit mine
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I made it up off that maze but fuck it, I¡¯m livin life
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From Cali way down to Pittsburg, shit crazy
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Know some niggas that got murked for being lazy
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Just hoping that money come,
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I move steady, gon save it
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Just know them bullets gon burn, just hope you make it to safety
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(Hook x2)
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I said the streets so cold I won¡¯t change up
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Better keep yourself from anger
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When you out there
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When you out there, When you out there
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Cold
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Chevy Woods |