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Lyrics

[Intro] Huh, yeah, how it go Huh, yeah, uh, let's go This shit off the top, man Yeah, like every other track (Hey, CR) Yeah, yeah, hah [Verse 1] Boy better step (Hm, step, hm, step) I'm tellin' you, boy, better push up (Push up) Lil' bro on the roof watchin' schemers (Schemers) That's life in the C, you dig? Frontline, coolin' with a reaper (With a reaper) I dived in the sea, I was good with the sharks, you know what I mean? (What I mean?) Huh, you know when I step, I'm lookin' like money, bitch know my lifestyle clean Told a lil' boy, "Better pick a side, pick your casket" Picked up five, bro a bandit Kickin' in cribs, he gon' rob 'til he get it (Yeah) Sleep off codeine See you in your afterlife, knew I was gon' get it Play your position (Yeah) Not everyone real, not everyone drill (Grrt) Lot of niggas don't get it (Yeah) I'ma blow, pay bro for a hit (Yeah) I'm a blood, flood the hood with the sticks (Yeah) Send a thot to wait outside his crib (His crib) Fuck it, might give her a bag, this is the way that we live [Chorus] (Slatt) I told my lil' nigga to sell (Sell) Oxycodone, needed some help Didn't go home, mom said I need help He ain't live by bro code, that nigga tell You can't hop in this car, you ain't ready to ride, you ain't ready to kill Shawty, look in my eyes, I'm tellin' you, you gon' see demons, it's real My lil' nigga died on a lick, my next nigga fightin' them cases Locked in the cage, thinkin' I made it In jail, he heard me on the radio Tryna shoot, can't wait to go home He said he know what them friends do Ain't sendin' no Berett's yet, they planned to (Grrt) [Verse 2] Clear, see, that nigga, he planned to get it Thugger, he run up them digits, thug (Like big slime) Life like Pac Might have to do him like Pac (Like grrt) Bishop, I'm slime (I'm slatt) Rags to riches, we had a whole lot of soda in kitchen, yeah We just been hoardering money, we gettin' it Ho came in pink thong, she love my new song Do you know the feelin' to hop out and run down a nigga? I learned it from young, I was hangin' around killers Cocaine all in my socks (Yeah) Louis belt holdin' that Glock (Yeah) Up in the stolen with teens Say you shoot Glock, yeah, me too Pretendin' too hard, 40 faze you (Grrt) Stop it (Stop) You on block, you ain't tryna make profit My opps, they bitch, tryna ride the wave (Go ride) We slide, we surfin', yeah (Blatt) Perc', Perc' When we done, you gon' grind for the Perc' (Nah, for real) We spin, you done, you're hurt (You're hurt) Seen Pop' put that boy to sleep (Sleep, huh) [Chorus] (Slatt) I told my lil' nigga to sell (Sell) Oxycodone, needed some help Didn't go home, mom said I need help He ain't live by bro code, that nigga tell You can't hop in this car, you ain't ready to ride, you ain't ready to kill Shawty, look in my eyes, I'm tellin' you, you gon' see demons, it's real My lil' nigga died on a lick, my next nigga fightin' them cases Locked in the cage, thinkin' I made it In jail, he heard me on the radio Tryna shoot, can't wait to go home He said he know what them friends do Ain't sendin' no Berett's yet, they planned to (Grrrt)