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Steady ridin' low
Eyes steady swole
Feel like death row, 1994
$uicide tears, drippin' off on mothers
Bullets in the chamber of the pistol in the cupboard
Got a couple black tees with that indo sparkin'
Bitch don't even look my way cus I fuckin' hate talkin'
Got them spinners on a hearse, bitches for dessert
Pour me up a four, sippin' codeine to the dirt
Ridin' round Texas in a Lexus with a Florida liscense plate
Outta state, eating grapes, blowing dank, no yay, bitch
Dry as fuckin weed
Slick, having the panic attack with the mac in his lap
And now you makin' beats
Smurf in the back gonna get some sleep
Gas tank on E, not a stack on me
So I set Cool breeze lookin' at the moon and then I turn
Into a goon I'm doing what I please
Throwin' up some fuckin threes
Slight D while I'm tipped tryna run cash up
Steady fienin' mo income
Like damn bro what I gotta do to get out of these promblems, I'm facing
Light this smooth J in my right hand
Got bitches just like you too
Its a cab man,I don't-, oh wait here
For the cab man ain't no tellin'
What a nigga'll do to ya
Shake your hand and just shoot through ya
I'm the man that you show respect
Receive crew to through
Either that, or get that ass fanned up
Matta fact i ratha run banzuke
Mista pocket choppa mini rocket launcher
Stay out the way or get back dude, nigga
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