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a pistol and a drum, uh\n[01:15.73] I don't like the red lights\n[01:17.15] We gon' run him over if I got to\n[01:19.34] We spot you then we gon' send you shots like what a ball do\n[01:22.18] Achoo, pistol get to sneezing like it got flus\n[01:24.73] And please, don't use me just because I said I got you\n[01:27.32] Congratulations all I ever hear, they think I made it\n[01:29.94] Where was you when it was raining?\n[01:31.20] We was breaking into basements\n[01:32.78] If it's money on the floor, oh, you know I'm finna take it\n[01:35.57] I can't trust a soul, people easily manipulate it\n[01:38.32] Mama, I know that everything you ain't wanted\n[01:40.93] You came knocking, now my label send me checks, direct deposits\n[01:43.62] You can break somebody defense, so I'm moving like it's offense\n[01:46.51] Fell in love with the streets, relationship hella toxic\n[01:48.69] Mama, I'm a thug\n[01:49.91] I fell in love with taking drugs\n[01:51.73] Who woulda thought I really got it out 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it\n[00:49.28] Don't label me a rapper, a gangster, call me an artist\n[00:51.73] All them L's I ever took, call 'em lessons, don't call 'em losses\n[00:54.28] Mama, I'm a thug\n[00:55.75] I fell in love with taking drugs\n[00:57.33] Who woulda thought I really got it out the mud?\n[00:59.17] Can you teach me how to love?\n[01:00.77] 'Cause I lost my heart inside the slumps\n[01:02.95] I replaced it with a pistol and a drum, uh\n[01:04.66] Ain't no one-on-ones\n[01:06.36] Mama, I'm a gangster, I'm a thug\n[01:08.35] I don't count favors, it's out of love\n[01:10.16] So don't ever count at all\n[01:11.92] And I lost my heart inside the slumps\n[01:13.79] I replaced it with a pistol and a drum, uh\n[01:15.73] I don't like the red lights\n[01:17.15] We gon' run him over if I got to\n[01:19.34] We spot you then we gon' send you shots like what a ball do\n[01:22.18] Achoo, pistol get to sneezing like it got flus\n[01:24.73] And please, don't use me just because I said I got you\n[01:27.32] 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