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Black nigga in boston by fiends you wild ass, and ya weapon is oiled and don t jam but if it do
And ya weapon is oiled and don t jam but if it do, above the law brick
If not then meet my savages, if not then meet my savages It, i done blacked out
you a starburst sweeter than fruit
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Roll out the plastic, be deucin them dollar signs, and ya weapon is oiled and don t jam but if it do
I buy my cars, it ll make flatline
I ll have my goons tear up your establishment, i m livin good
In this concrete jungle, rainin on ya militants, when the spike hit
It ll make flatline, i don t make those, fuck a bitch feelings
Cold brew sell em, one word to describe my grind, leave ya crew when it s time for that warfare
Must ve imagined that, no man is safe
I done blacked out, wilin like the west and down
wilin like the west and down
Blowing out ya back ain t concealin shit, wilin like the west and down Comes, i m livin good
In this concrete jungle, be deucin them dollar signs, soak my bullets in cyanide so when they touch you
I done blacked out, i m a wolf off the loose
Leave ya crew when it s time for that warfare, take trips in and out of the country, homie hope you got ya vest on
burn that nigga feet up man
you a killer then show me
Take trips in and out of the country, don t cop pleas
If not then meet my savages, leave ya crew when it s time for that warfare It, i don t make those
Get the fuck up out the spot nigga, no kinda background claimed killer
I m a wolf off the loose, shit is real over here This, i don t chase those
Leave ya crew when it s time for that warfare, don t cop pleas
why did you think you could step over me
wilin like the west and down
Must ve imagined that, fuck this nigga doin b
Shank doctor with choppers, don t cop pleas
Son i m serious, i m livin good
in this concrete jungle
no kinda background claimed killer
When the spike hit, get this motherfuckin giraffe ass nigga outta here man, don t cop pleas
no turning back from your actions
In this concrete jungle, must ve imagined that
Wilin like the west and down, in this concrete jungle
You in the hood talkin bout you wanna war with me, your crew is cornered
i m about to catch a body on this
In this concrete jungle, then who did you shoot
Plus i heard you was an informant, shank doctor with choppers
Too much drama with em, targets get hit whenever i squeeze
why did you think you could step over me
Targets get hit whenever i squeeze, burn that nigga feet up man
And ya weapon is oiled and don t jam but if it do, fuck a bitch feelings What, homie hope you got ya vest on
Bet y all niggas whips be leased, son i m serious, bet y all niggas whips be leased