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break\n[01:48.81] They say money talk, them VVSs help it translate\n[01:51.53] And robbers get some hot shit out the nine when them cans shake\n[01:54.24] These days, niggas logged in to who they wanna be\n[01:57.07] Feet up in the county, nigga, better give that phone to me\n[01:59.80] I ain't got it all, so could you please watch your tone with me?\n[02:02.38] Got my granny trippin', tryna figure out what's wrong with me\n[02:05.11] I'm from where you gotta make it happen when you wanna eat\n[02:07.90] They know I'ma spazz every time I breathe on the beat\n[02:10.56] I stood ten toes, I couldn't fold or panic\n[02:13.14] Them streets'll turn a good kid into a cold lil' savage\n[02:15.89] No point in church 'cause the\n[02:16.69] Preacher can't keep them poles from clappin'\n[02:18.84] It seem like evil and my soul attractin'\n[02:21.51] Hope for forgiveness for my sins while I load the ratchet\n[02:24.07] Playin' with bundles of that raw, that dope get sold to addicts\n[02:26.89] 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for mils\n[00:56.13] I took my Glock on tour with me, way OT with the steel\n[00:58.98] Might pour my heart out on these beats 'til all my secrets revealed\n[01:01.52] You know the fake gon' knock a nigga when he keepin' it real\n[01:04.36] Too much medicine, this raw shit got me fiendin' for pills\n[01:07.05] If them bullets ain't take out Lil B, he'd be in the field\n[01:09.87] I got soldiers marchin', lookin' for a reason to kill\n[01:12.63] He passionate about the murder, slang that heat with some skill\n[01:15.45] I stood ten toes, I couldn't fold or panic\n[01:18.23] Them streets'll turn a good kid into a cold lil' savage\n[01:21.03] No point in church 'cause the\n[01:21.95] Preacher can't keep them poles from clappin'\n[01:24.10] It seem like evil and my soul attractin'\n[01:26.60] Hope for forgiveness for my sins while I load the ratchet\n[01:29.32] Playin' with bundles of that raw, that dope get sold to addicts\n[01:32.03] Forever scarred 'cause the way I lost my bros was 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