[Verse 1]
Still got a fuck n***a blood on my Belugas
Bought a box of Rugers and gave em to my shooters
Here, my n***a
Bought a box of Rugers and gave em to my shooters
They gon' Peter Ro' you when it's dinner time
You pussy n***as better get in line
Race to the top? I bet I'd beat you to the finish line
I go in the booth and then it's killing time
Beef getting slaughtered like cattle, n***a
A hundred shell cases in the gravel, n***a
Getting money til the judge slam the gavel, n***a
I just sent three-hundred pounds from Seattle, n***a
The human race is red and white
These pussy n***as hope I get read my rights
N***as rather see in prison
Fuck them n***as though, they wasn't seeing the vision I swear

[Verse 2]
Look
Beat one of you n***as half to death
Slammed the n***a so hard I almost snapped his neck
They say "You only rap about clapping TECs"
'Cause I've been on shit since I got clapped in my neck
Yeah, I hope a n***a move funny
I don't need a n***a to shoot for me
Limp duffle full of blue money
The bitches say I smell like new money
I don't save it, I spend
Homie I paid 500 for the Asics I'm in
Homie, a few hundred large for the spaceship I'm in
Kinda shit you'll never see a bitch that's basic get in
You fuck n***as won't snake us again
I let the K bust, you n***as won't wake up again
Wack a n***a, won't lose sleep
I'm the illest when the pen touching this loose leaf
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