Uh
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Few niggas just got sweeped, the feds move like a broom
Fill my scars with codeine 'cause Tris can heal these wounds
Uh, hotboxin' these foreign cars, I never should've been a star
I control the game, [?] analog
Uh, what you know 'bout cryin' alone, smiling with your company? (Uh)
Uh, I done searched the whole damn world and I was hopin' I can find peace
I been asked mama for that cheese, the money ain't have no time
Bro went out sad, shit, he gon' do what else now?
Tryna understand where she comin' from, I ain't get the timin'
He come out a [?] home knowin' that was [?]
He play with his life, chill, Roddy got public defenders (What else?)
Late nights, we should meet, back and forth by sayin' that I know that I miss her (I'm here for it)
[?] what I told Daisha
Don't talk on the phone what I tell my niggas
I respect the feet game, tell the pussies
Slow down is what I told to T Keisha
South, I'm close, I'm back home
Knee-deep in the beef, I'm back on that
That's what I told my mama
If I let 'em catch me with my pants down, that's gon' make they summer
Uh, rich for real, I been killed Homer
Text God a prayer for the family, He text back, "I love you"
I ain't come this far for nothin'
I was just from Miami to LA, it cost thirty-one
Few niggas just got sweeped, the feds move like a broom
Fill my scars with codeine 'cause Tris can heal these wounds
Uh, hotboxin' these foreign cars, I never should've been a star
I control the game, [?] analog
Uh, what you know 'bout cryin' alone, smiling with your company? (Uh)
Uh, I done searched the whole damn world and I was hopin' I can find peace
Rick Owens planted in the ground, I keep my head high
You know none of these firearms ain't made for landin' shots
Sellin' shows out and arguin', I come from cellblocks
Uh, just to put me, it's gon' cost you dough, way more than a cookie
Fiends knockin' right there by the store, it's a bunch of bullies
In the field, them niggas thirsty, we jump the gate when they raid
It was times that I was hungry, now I valet-parked the i8
Few niggas just got sweeped, the feds move like a broom
Fill my scars with codeine 'cause Tris can heal these wounds
Hotboxin' these foreign cars, I never should've been a star
I control the game, [?] analog
Uh, what you know 'bout cryin' alone, smiling with your company? (Uh)
Uh, I done searched the whole damn world and I was hopin' I can find peace
