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i bet my niggas kill the witness if i get reported
Willie and diego need a pack, drop that paper boy don t be heroic
got some habits i pray that i never pass to a nigga
but my niggas need a pack
and you stuck it out with me
You pussy niggas shouldn t be living, shotgun doors out his volvo, i m out here thuggin
All the real niggas know us, the shit i spit is so realistic shouldn t be recorded
you ll get a trip to see your jesus if you re reaching for it
Freddie corleone, got some habits i pray that i never pass to a nigga, got me tore up from the floor up
Glass to a nigga, plus i got addictions of my own
the shit i spit is so realistic shouldn t be recorded
It s freddie kane, my paper stay getting fatter so do black lives matter
Fuck the sympathy, dolo and the pour, just left the studio and served a birdie for the 40
Double life it got me ducking under covers, smoking on some shit that i can t pass to a nigga
Never been extorted, drop that paper boy don t be heroic Freddie, dolo and the pour
I hope my daughter never lives this type of lifestyle, plus i got addictions of my own, i m out here thuggin
And now the dea they checking on me when i m getting on a plane, back in 09 me and lam we was looking for a way out
we came from nothing nigga
Fuck the sympathy, all about the dollar signs
got me tore up from the floor up
Dolo and the pour, the devil cursed me with a pimp hand Freddie, 44 mags to a nigga
I need to know it, fuck the sympathy
I m out here thuggin, the pills into laced blunts got me gone, down to kick in the door
I hope my daughter never lives this type of lifestyle, she my lover
Slanging and banging, must have sowed a whole o up
Just left the studio and served a birdie for the 40, meanwhile i m in this kitchen whipping up the while gal
Double life it got me ducking under covers, got me tore up from the floor up
If it wasn t for you i wouldn t have a record deal or nothing, all about the dollar signs
I m out here thuggin, but my niggas need a pack, the oxycontin heavy syrup got me looking in the mirror saying
If it wasn t for you i wouldn t have a record deal or nothing, i m out here thuggin
44 mags to a nigga, willie and diego need a pack
Double life it got me ducking under covers, gang handshakes every time a nigga show up, i got a shorty that s willing to sell it for me
A real solid street nigga, slanging and banging, but my niggas need a pack
Got me tore up from the floor up, my paper stay getting fatter so do black lives matter, the shit i spit is so realistic shouldn t be recorded