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(Hook)
yeah I keep a smile on my face, but deep down inside I really wanna cry, yeah I pray five time to Allah cause I don’t want no niggas to take me out , I keep that Glock on my right hip I gotta make it out,
I ain’t gon stop I’m on that paper route,
ma dukes always say stay in that safer route,
Get it out the mud I don’t want no ****ing clout ,
we put dicks on sticks ,
we ain’t going for **** nigga you can’t take us out,
Make one call for all smoke,
ima lay oops down I ain’t flaking out,
Verse 1
Free lil tay, yeah free lil tay , free Rambo he in that pin,
free ausu he down the road , they gave my young nigga ten,
he was just tryna come up on some lil cash so he could go cop that Benz, I remember all them lone nights we was striking tryna get ups on Kin, why they take the real niggas away,
i separate the real from the fake,
i gotta go hard gotta keep that food on all my family’s plate,
I give the bros a 5 from time to time to make them straight,
Lil bro ski poppin pills to make sure all his pain away ,
Throw on that bape hoodie just in case today a rainy day,
gotta put that Glock to work and clutch for all them fade aways,
And stay humble until I blow so they can see I made a way ,
and them how I paint they way home the crackers really took my dawg ,
I swear I really miss my dawg ,
play with us yeah once watch how y’all all die,
(Hook Luh Dino)
yeah I keep a smile on my face, but deep down inside I really wanna cry, yeah I pray five time to Allah cause I don’t want no niggas to take me out , I keep that Glock on my right hip I gotta make it out,
I ain’t gon stop I’m on that paper route,
ma dukes always say stay in that safer route,
Get it out the mud I don’t want no ****ing clout ,
we put dicks on sticks ,
we ain’t going for **** nigga you can’t take us out,
Make one call for all smoke,
ima lay oops down I ain’t flaking out,
(Verse 2 Slimelife shawty )
pop him cause you riding with em,
if I don’t my slimes will get em,
ain’t long before we find niggas , drop em off like flying missiles,
I fell in love with the streets ,
fell in love with the heat glocks and dracs and 223s,
raised on cleavland hearts still bleeding ,
for all my niggas leaving why the hell you leave me,
cops still tweaking,
momma still preaching she know her son thugging like a thug for a reason,
i done ran this money all up so high ,
I know lil Rudy looking down at me from the sky,
i done ran this money all up so high , I know big boo looking down at me from the sky, Slatt
(Hook)
yeah I keep a smile on my face, but deep down inside I really wanna cry,
yeah I pray five time to Allah cause I don’t want no niggas to take me out ,
I keep that Glock on my right hip I gotta make it out,
I ain’t gon stop I’m on that paper route,
ma dukes always say stay in that safer route,
Get it out the mud I don’t want no ****ing clout ,
we put dicks on sticks ,
we ain’t going for **** nigga you can’t take us out,
Make one call for all smoke,
ima lay oops down I ain’t flaking out,