Damn, where them painkillers at?
(Ayy, Oz, you a big dog now, you get to bark)
Made a mess in blood, did shit just because
Hell yeah, he got some bodies under his belt, that’s where his weapon was
This shit ain’t no game, but he was playin’ life or death with thugs
Was a grown man, but turned lil’ boy again when he met the judge
I bossed up, lil’ bro with the killers, seen thirty M’s, I’m big Cap
I graduated from gangster school, now I’m right back like I ain’t with that
It don’t even matter if it take some years, we still’ll gеt our get-back
It’s bow ties when dеath appear, real killers, they got gift-wrapped
Send a nigga soul on vacation, we resort to ignorance
Standin’ in the street, blood under my feet, I’m still stuck with them images
And down them same sewer drains where my remorse and feelings went
But once again, I graduated and every course was rigorous
Know I’m a god, but I know the most high still up above me
Got a big heart, but I got another side, so please don’t judge me
Told from my elders like a thousand times the streets not for me
I was in denial, so I started actin’ blind when shit got ugly
I was in the hot seat with my buddies, we’ll pull up on shit like Huggies
Lil Grouch’, I’m with him or Chuckie, since 2014, this shit got bloody
And that’s like eleven years where you hold a grudge, it needs to be studied
Felt drained from sheddin’ tears, but still got love, locked in with cuddy
Made a mess in blood, did shit just because
Hell yeah, he got some bodies under his belt, that’s where his weapon was
This shit ain’t no game, but he was playin’ life or death with thugs
Was a grown man, but turned lil’ boy again when he met the judge
I bossed up, lil’ bro with the killers, seen thirty M’s, I’m big Cap
I graduated from gangster school, now I’m right back like I ain’t with that
It don’t even matter if it take some years, we still’ll get our get-back
It’s bow ties when death appear, real killers, they got gift-wrapped (Ayy)
G Herbo, I’m from No Limit, I’m the fuckin’ great (Great)
Dracs and switches, let’s play ball, we goin’ make it, take it (Let’s get it)
Beat the streets with flyin’ colors, niggas feel a way (They hate it)
Twelve years ago, I was masked up, on a drill a day
Eleven years ago, I was fucked up, all the rent was late
Ten years ago, I bossed up, now my mama straight
Nine years ago, I bought a condo in LA
Eight years ago, I was totin’ my FN, caught a case
Seven years ago, I had my first baby, shit crazy
Six years ago, I relapsed right back, sippin’ lazy
Five years ago, lost lil’ bro, went to war
Four years ago, told all the killers, “Don’t sleep ’til we up the score”
Three years ago, I was ridin’ a Rolls-Royce, hoppin’ on Lakeshore (Skrrt)
Two years ago, I ran through twenty mil’, now I want some more
Just a year ago, I was back at the drawin’ board, gettin’ shit in order
For all the tears I cried, I drunk some blood, that shit taste just like water
Made a mess in blood, did shit just because
Hell yeah, he got some bodies under his belt, that’s where his weapon was
This shit ain’t no game, but he was playin’ life or death with thugs
Was a grown man, but turned lil’ boy again when he met the judge
I bossed up, lil’ bro with the killers, seen thirty M’s, I’m big Cap
I graduated from gangster school, now I’m right back like I ain’t with that
It don’t even matter if it take some years, we still’ll get our get-back
It’s bow ties when death appear, real killers, they got gift-wrapped
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