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[Intro]
(What's happenin’, Chi Chi?)

[Chorus]
We all tryna run from the devil, we know that he follow
I been sippin' on this lean, hope it kill all my problems
I be thinkin' to myself, "How the f*ck they killed Collins?"
That sh*t was love every time, he was more than my partner
We was in the mall, Duke saw an opp, I begged him not to pop him
I’m still a savage, somethin' in my heart was tellin' me try to stop him
I talked to Boosie on the phone, he said, "Keep your gun, stay cautious"
That sh*t is sad, we kill each other, don't know how to prosper

[Verse 1]
We all kill, but it hurt when thеy take one of ours
We start bustin' on thеm guns and that sh*t give us power
You in the streets, you tote your fire, you might as well say your vows
To make your family cry a river, might as well grab a towel
They spray his block up with a stick, I hit back, boy, goddamn
That sh*t there catch me off-guard, you chillin', hear them rounds
I survived, I'm still here, I watch all my surround
Free the guys, yeah, we the guys, they get back, goin' down
2:30, baby, won’t you meet me by the Benz?
You drop the addy, it go down, we spinnin’ in the bend
Won't cry for opps, I cry for friends, I know they tied in
Lawyer cannot be questioning when you was sliding
2:30, baby, won’t you meet me by the Bean?
Send the addy on an opp, you know we goin' in
Matter fact, I got a show tonight (Yeah, yeah)
I'll just send the bro to slide
[Chorus]
We all tryna run from the devil, we know that he follow
I been sippin' on this lean, hope it kill all my problems
I be thinkin’ to myself, "How the f*ck they killed Collins?"
That sh*t was love every time, he was more than my partner
We was in the mall, Duke saw an opp, I begged him not to pop him
I'm still a savage, somethin' in my heart was tellin' me try to stop him
I talked to Boosie on the phone, he said, "Keep your gun, stay cautious"
That sh*t is sad, we kill each other, don't know how to prosper

[Verse 2]
10:30, comin' in the house, I got the stick
The reaper callin', people callin', know I'm droppin' hits
I ain't talkin' 'bout the hits that make you listen (Not no song, bro)
But I'm talkin' 'bout the hits that make a quick ten (They make a gun blow)
Bustin' his gun, he mad that he know they out there f*ckin' on his baby mom
Baby, let's have us some fun
Lil' f*ck n*gga play, off with his head, he gone
n*ggas must thought I was done
I'm doin' whatever, all on side my songs
n*ggas must think I'm dumb
I'm way different from what I was on
Cat done got your tongue
Speak your mind, don't sit there like you numb
n*ggas know I ain't frontin'
They know that I really came from nothin'
[Chorus]
We all tryna run from the devil, we know that he follow
I been sippin' on this lean, hope it kill all my problems
I be thinkin' to myself, "How the f*ck they killed Collins?"
That sh*t was love every time, he was more than my partner
We was in the mall, Duke saw an opp, I begged him not to pop him
I'm still a savage, somethin' in my heart was tellin' me try to stop him
I talked to Boosie on the phone, he said, "Keep your gun, stay cautious"
That sh*t is sad, we kill each other, don't know how to prosper

[Outro]
2:30, baby, won't you meet me by The Bean?
I been sippin' on this lean, hope it kill all my problems
That sh*t is sad, we kill each other, don't know how to prosper
Thirty degrees, way too cold, so hold me tight
Will I see you at the show tonight?
Will I see you at the show tonight?
(What's happenin', Chi Chi?)