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I can't sell these drugs no more |
| [00:25.98] |
Got too many felonies |
| [00:28.54] |
I can't trust these hoes no more |
| [00:31.29] |
Bitches like my enemies |
| [00:33.91] |
They wanna see me burn through the fall |
| [00:38.78] |
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| [00:41.96] |
Yeah |
| [00:44.09] |
In every thinking bitch last day |
| [00:46.58] |
Saw many bags end up half way |
| [00:48.58] |
|
| [00:49.99] |
Black glove and the ski mask |
| [00:51.93] |
Heard he has baby on his chest |
| [00:53.36] |
Made me feel bad |
| [00:54.98] |
Shit was all good just a week ago |
| [00:57.35] |
No we pouring champagne at the funeral |
| [00:59.97] |
Remember dark skin Jamaican with the cesar |
| [01:02.22] |
Heard he caught the |
| [01:03.47] |
Bychass skate with the visa |
| [01:04.65] |
Should have seen the look on |
| [01:06.28] |
His brother when he came through |
| [01:07.71] |
Yellin number cash up for the first 48 do |
| [01:10.33] |
Men turn to bitches |
| [01:11.70] |
Skank what the state do |
| [01:13.14] |
Put you on the box |
| [01:14.33] |
With the numbers tryina break you |
| [01:16.24] |
I can't sell these drugs no more |
| [01:19.86] |
Got too many felonies |
| [01:22.29] |
I can't trust these hoes no more |
| [01:25.17] |
Bitches like my enemies |
| [01:27.72] |
They wanna see me burn through the fall |
| [01:31.03] |
|
| [01:36.59] |
Yeah |
| [01:37.46] |
Toll was the hustler |
| [01:38.71] |
Jermaine was the killer |
| [01:39.89] |
He let the niggas stack it |
| [01:41.45] |
All up then he killed em |
| [01:43.32] |
I heard he got dropped |
| [01:44.32] |
From his main bitch |
| [01:45.63] |
Left the nigga laying |
| [01:46.57] |
Stanking there ain't take shit |
| [01:48.26] |
I heard the nigga died some island |
| [01:50.93] |
Like he seen a nigga face right |
| [01:52.56] |
Before he shot him |
| [01:53.68] |
Whole gang |
| [01:54.49] |
Then he hit the block like it's no thang |
| [01:56.80] |
When everybody knew |
| [01:57.55] |
About the whole thang |
| [01:59.23] |
Shit scary and they ain't even drop the tearing |
| [02:01.67] |
Cans glowing in the air |
| [02:03.04] |
Help his mother get him buried |
| [02:04.42] |
Heard Jermaine went and got a pot of ' |
| [02:06.60] |
We was young niggas hustling |
| [02:07.78] |
Tryina make it out alive |
| [02:09.47] |
|
| [02:10.96] |
I can't sell these drugs no more |
| [02:13.77] |
Got too many felonies |
| [02:16.33] |
I can't trust these hoes no more |
| [02:18.95] |
Bitches like my enemies |
| [02:21.64] |
They wanna see me burn through the fall |
| [02:26.51] |
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| [02:47.29] |
Yeah |
