[VERSE 1]
Fake love fades real love shows
These n***as telling me they love me
I don't trust those
How can I love these n***as
I don't even love hoes
I f** With pagans & I don't care
Who the f** knows
Keep moving funny till I'm bussin On That snubnose
f** a play ting I jus shave em' tf I'm up close
I'll shave em', for my raq boys not for ratings
I don't f** with n***as that f** with n***as
That f** with n***as that's aigons
Aigons that means A-Town
L'z up, no shakedown
We used to roll deep
Now them boys there got laid down
He kept it moving
That's every-time he came round
Can't come to the Raq on foot
f**boy will get chased down
These n***as ain't bad G
They chat sh** on there track beats
Get caught in that field
Turn straight into athletes
Heard dem' n***as wanna burst me
Cah' I got bare spots like acne
In the field jus don't lack G
I don't Twitter Beef so don't @ me
I lay em' down
f** n***a I don't play around
Got 8 in da' clip hit a n***a up I'm not aiming down
Got work round da' bike he be circling the block like a paper round
Cause I got shots by the concrete football pitch up in Angel Town
They can't come to the Raq
Cah' I swear to God them pricks scared
Real sh** I get the drop off everything the b**h hears
Pagans come on the block
They don't stay and fight they just click gears
That n***a got bun in his face and ain't done sh** in 6 years
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Real sh** no lies akh
Tell them n***as stop the flexing they ain't like that
My n***as shooting they defending like a right back
n***a I can get you stretched for a light stack
Watch me flexing spend a bag and get it right back x2
Man I get it right back
Tell them n***as stop the flexing they ain't like that x2
[VERSE 2]
I got hella shooters that's round me Corz, Gang, BE
Banging on them f** boys if he's coming round bout gg
These n***as all snitching But Chat sh** On That Cd
They don't wanna see me up in that field
They rather sit down and go tweet me
Talking bout "Yo" in the DM's
But I got nothing to say to these n***as
Said they got beef with me
Somebody better pray for these n***as
When the Mac sprays it hits anything I don't need to aim for these n***as
Yeah I'm from that Raq and got pagan friends but I don't change with my n***as
These n***as ain't rolling on me
These n***as just pose on da' beats
These n***as don't go for the P's
These n***as all broke and there older than me
These n***as getting old in the streets sitting round all day smoking the weed
These n***as don't go for the P's, spend all the dough on a hoe and don't beat
Talking like some fed
When your trap line so dead
Throw racks in for that mo
These n***as whizzing on them Pedz
Me & Gumz made mg pop
My n***as really break bread
n***as talk like they break bricks
When they only break down Z's
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