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I come from the slum where punks get jumped And they run they mouth, fucking one on one And the gun, you won't put it out, I dare you I ain't scared to die, matter fact, I'm prepared to Last year flew by, thank God I was thinking I ain't meant to make it out alive But I did, it was time to devise of a plan to return, where do I decide? Now I act more vicious, rest more business Anyone that get smacked now, fuck friendships You can never mix fitness subscriptions And hit the gym daily and think your [?] up [?] on thе pistol, [?] like it's different Tunе that you just did, should'a never said shit All the buff guy, tough guy shit just died Now the paramedics gotta do a deadlift Shitters in the air I swear this [?] That I know that your bitch is pregnant She try to play it out and said she ain't I think about her pussy and the punishment it's taking Heard she moved out of state and she married a vet He beat her up, pulled the hair on her head I was smoking with the homie and I asked him what he thought about it He said "It [?] what she did" If you want a gun, hope it doesn't hit on the shed [?] they'd be long gone [?] is like a warzone Letras de cancionesAll the fly shit that I'm putting on then I'm following your car home [?] boys fucking jab boys I done been to prison once and I ain't afraid to go back Better lay 'em down, show 'em where the dope at You don't wanna end up getting toe-tagged When I'm walking outside There's not a positive vibe in the air right now Had a lot of friends die And the positive vibe that I had, I don't I don't wanna hear that "I don't wanna" bullshit Tripping and your mama hushing, telling me to cool it You should'a, would'a, could'a, now you're standing with my foot up in your tulip I'ma pull up, but you don't wanna do shit You gon' have to eat the .45 for dinner Ain't no money in pocket, no ride, no spinners Sit up in the house so much alone and when they hiding Fucking put 'em in the woods and they survive all winter Man, they gotta clear the room right now You gon' make me get up, sonic boom like wow Ain't no tough guy, I could have the back and have you running like a [?] Better back up 'fore a shoot like pow My name is in your mouth like you know it all Better take off [?] 'fore you blow it all I put it on my mama when I catch your mama shooting Til' your dead and through your head like you a bowling ball I've had it with the Mr. Nice Guy shit White hits, funny man, I never knew you ride dick Everybody tellin' me it was sounding like a sidekick Tight fit, dig up in your booty for a nice whip They tell me ain't no way that I can win And now I'm thinking where the fuck do I begin? I wish somebody would and I be waiting for you to talking While you walk up out the door and I pull up on a Schwinn, motherfucker Go against me, I will never lose, move Made a watch and you ain't gotta deuce, loose [?] now you talking, Bruce, Bruce Man, I get away like I'm aloose Noose, I was ready for the head up Ain't nobody even talkin' 'bout no rap shit I ain't tripping, they can go ahead and u-turn I be standing, waiting with the shit that make 'em backflip When I'm walking outside There's not a positive vibe in the air right now Had a lot of friends die And the positive vibe that I had, I don't From Letras Mania