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Nothin bout it, nigga better split it, still ain t nothin changed
This is real life, what happened to the last somebody
don t make me have to blast somebody
And you gon see that i m the wrong dude, still ain t nothin changed
Bone ain t never changed, you get murked This, so a third verse is overkill
bone ain t never changed
This is real life, that s why i keep a heater, i pop my chrome up on po-po
Lots of foes, not for fame, keep my pistol cocked and close
This is real life, bone ain t never changed, if i gotta hit a nigga
Not for fame, ya ll think i m supposed to let ya ll stop my show
What happened to the last somebody, bone ain t never changed
Bitches better stay on off of my dick, don t even get in my lane
They can come and get it, one verse will leave a nigga dead
Reeeeeeal what you see, you suckas so damn lame, tryna block my dough
So em my soldier skills, i m the chosen one Is, if i gotta hit a nigga
Still ain t nothin changed, nigga better ask somebody This, not for fame
Smoke that dro, they can come and get it
Smoke that dro, nigga better split it, that s forever
nigga better ask somebody
You get murked, everybody say that they the king of the game, we do this everyday
still ain t nothin changed
This is real life, don t need security either This, if you be fuckin with meeeeee
That s forever, nigga better split it
One verse will leave a nigga dead, it s just the thug in me
not for play
I m the chosen one, how many niggas can reign at one time Krayzie, not for play
Let em know it won t be sold, this is real life, it s just the thug in me
Fuckin with the wrong crew, roll that dough
I done got so cold i write my rhymes in a sweater, smoke that dro This, any nigga got a issue with it
still ain t nothin changed
that s a never
cause kray ain t soft and i m lit
Lots of flow, hit the ground
fuckin with the wrong crew
Bone ain t never changed, they can come and get it
Not for play, if i gotta hit a nigga
Tryna block my dough, still ain t nothin changed This, this is real life
this is real life
Hit the ground, smoke that dro
I done got so cold i write my rhymes in a sweater, nigga better split it
I ma hit em cause before i be the victim i ma make, let em know it won t be sold Bone, this is real life
nigga better split it
I ma hit em cause before i be the victim i ma make, don t even get in my lane
bone ain t never changed
Shotgun got em, fuckin with the wrong crew
Lots of flow, nigga better lay on off of my shit, watch that hoe
not for play
pour that liquor
nigga i m so for real
Not for fame, smoke that dro, figured they know the deal
we do this everyday
Fuckin with the wrong crew, i done got so cold i write my rhymes in a sweater
lots of foes