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[Intro]
n*gga, you could have all the heart in the world, n*gga
But you ain't gon' drop sh*t, though, you know what I'm sayin'?
Ghetto Boyz sh*t, n*gga, it's Rio
Free the whole ghetto

[Verse]
Dopeboy Nikes on
b*tch, I got a gun on me, what we fightin' for?
He ran up on me too quick, now he dyin' slow
Every day I drink a brick, I can't buy a four
n*ggas better stop actin' tough, that's what they dyin' for
I'll drop the price on the work if you buyin' four
Told my b*tch I got dogsh*t, I ain't lyin' no more
So yeah, I f*cked your best friend raw if you tryin' to know
Alright, it's time to go
High as hell in the studio, I can't find the door
I couldn't find the door when it was time to go
I just bought an eight, bro, it's time to pour
You know I love this Wockhardt sh*t
You know I'll jump out with the heat and I'll spark sh*t
When you really livin' like that, it get dark quick
Don't pull up in no Scatpack 'cause I'll park it
n*gga, yeah, I'll make the beef sl—
Yeah, I'll make the beef slow down when I start it
If I f*cked up, keep it, I sound retarded
But I'm not, b*tch, you know I'm the smartest
They say my heart is the purest
b*tch, I got loyal fans bangin' me in Europe
If you ever seen my face, I was off syrup
The feds hit me with a bad case, but I'm not scared
VVS F-color diamonds, they not blurry
One of the opps made it to the hospital, got shot at Hurley
If you see me noddin' off, I probably popped a Perky
n*gga, not an RP-10, I popped a 30
b*tch, I got it out the mud, that's why I'm kinda dirty
Told my b*tch she could f*ck my brother raw, I'm not worried
I'ma keep droppin' shells out this Glock 'til it stop workin'
Seen my first ten off rap, then I stopped servin'
b*tch, I'm ridin' dirty, better stop swervin'
I know I look broke, but I'm not scurvy
c*cky, I just cut into Natasha, she did not curve me
Caught a n*gga danglin', 8 a.m., he got shot early
b*tch ask me do I miss her? I said hardly
I just dropped another watch, cost a Harley
Davidson, now I'm on Dayton tryna serve Carly
Had to cut my n*gga off, he brung a bird 'round me
b*tch, I'm too legit
Drop a hundred shots in the crowd, if you hit, you hit
If I told you what I just made, you would slit your wrists
If you knew the freaky sh*t we did, you would kill your b*tch
If I really want your watch, I'll steal your wrist
If we down to the last drop of Wock', I'll steal your sip
Gettin' on him with a .50 cal, cartwheelin' sh*t
Everybody got a heart in they chest, but you still a b*tch