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Rollin' on the south side, makin' my ends
Real O.G., we ain't playing pretend, nah
We all playin' to win
If it's a game then I'm a play it till the day that it end
[Verse 1: Chuuwee]
Buddah won't ever get me nothing I can't handle
n*ggas always giving me beats I can't vandle
Till I dismantle, I spit like a champion
My sh*t on the shelf? Nah, I sit on the mantle
Got me hot as a candle, I be going commando
Rambo, feeling like I'mma run out of ammo
Days I never ate, not a can a Campbell's
Now them light skinned runnas like Tisha Campbell and Candice
And days get bright by night
I be laying in my bed with my goals in sight, just thinking
I came a long ass way on the mic, syncing
Now I'm kinda conversating with Night
Believe it or not, I'm living every day of my life
For real n*ggas, spit sharp, stay slaying the mic
We all rap but you n*ggas ain't saying it right
I know them sucka n*ggas praying I die...
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[Verse 2: Dceased]
Yeah, flew fast for a ticket, hoping to make 'em suffer
A murderous kinda battle ground
I told to keep it lit, bottled up for a minute
I ain't afraid to lose a half a pound
Black a better life, caught up my hustle with a feather white
Holdin' all they bluffs, got 'em bettin' life
I'm slowing up on a pitch spree, hit 'em with a change up
And gotta show 'em heaven twice
I been wild for a minute
Pumpin out a dollar, ain't a customed to the b*tchin'
Running all ahead of 'em, caught up buying a mission
A runner up with a bat, they feeling me cause I'm trippin'
20-Oz Boater, lean when I show up
Long shot trigger pull, I love to hit 'em close up
Gifted, I ain't fronting, got a hustle that you close to
Jumping over hurtle like I'm suppose to
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[Verse 3: Chuuwee]
I gotta clothing sponsored in Canada
I told my man, I'm noddin' south rapper since Country Grammar
Damn part of my tone, I just feel like the man now
Cause n*ggas coming at me with assistance and hand-outs
Gotta stay on my own sh*t being a stand out
n*ggas will turn Pac, fall in line with they pants down
Standin on stages, full of a grand now
Hear 'em all startin to chant now
I went from 2 years no cell phone
Writing raps every morning, hoping one day maybe I can be well known
Rocking the motha f*ckin bells in my shell toes
Forever the coldest n*gga i made hell froze
I used to burn CD's to 4:30 in the morning
Dreaming of being able to tour, now a n*gga on his second one
Streaming, waiting for the best to come, feelin like Nephilim
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