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But even now, I don't think we see what's behind the violence It's not just a demand for possessions (Pow-pow, pow-pow, pow-pow) For owning things; it's a demand for self-respect (227 ConCreature Gang) I've been working for two years, real hard, right And now (Mafia) I (What else?) have something else (Uh) to say Let's make it a moment, you break it, you bought it, you take it, you own it But if you get assaulted, this ain't what you wanted (At all) I aim in and shoot it, this hundred clip, it came with the cooler (Brrt) Love the double-dip, but this what you get for making me do this (Yeah) Taking me through it, show me the safe, taking me to it On the chase for a hundred mil', feels like they racing me to it (Choom) A and B student of the gang, got the recipe to it Unlike all of these other lames that used to having 'em blew it (Lame, lame) Shit they post to be counting me in on was never included (Never) Ten or eight grams, I breakdance the bag and I move it (That icky) Racks in my Ksubis, took off on 'migo, half-brick of Scooby And a partridge of Cardi B 'cause that bitch bad and she bougie (Cold times) Stashing my hoopty, down in Toledo trapping with Druski (Brodie) Quick to open that 4-0 up like I'm cracking a brewski (Doo, doo) Stacking them oochies by the bag when you asking for Moochie Know he want all the smoke, he even want the backs on the loosie Let's get it Uh, standing on big ol' business Chopper came with a kickstand and some tig ol' bitties Letras de cancionesWhat else? (Grrt) This other clip hold fifty How you claim you the brick man and you snitched on niggas? You know it (Pssh), I spit this shit so vivid Don't make a nigga up the stick and flip the switch on niggas You heard? Standing on big ol' business Sliding down gripping that slam with a big pole in it, it's Blocks (It's Jackson) Can't let the discos flickers On 6-4 grittin', I'm ten toes in it (McNichols) Windows tinted, Versace heaven, indo scented (Gang) Mike Amiri jeans but the hoodie sweater Kenzo-knitted, it's on (Finna whip up) Just give me ten more minutes I keep them rack-racks on me, got my wrist on tennis The kid on shimmer, my shit don't dim (Bling) This big old Kimber'll knock him down, then yell, "Timber" (Pow) Maxwell member, breakdancing them fish scale dinners (Eastside) Got these niggas sick by my new bitch, hope they get well quicker (Yeah) The V12 shifter, blow cutter, B12 mixer Got fifty [?] and thirty, forty seashells sniff (Big dummy) The seat belt clicker, flow bizarre like that D12 nigga (Money) Gray flakes in the cake, bricks that we sell different But we still hit 'em and give 'em to my resale flippers (My youngins) Popping like you're [?], but I know females richer, for sure Uh, standing on big ol' business Chopper came with a kickstand and some tig ol' bitties What else? This other clip hold fifty How you claim you the brick man and you snitched on niggas? You know it (Pssh), I spit this shit so vivid Don't make a nigga up the stick and flip the switch on niggas (Grrt) You heard? (Ayy) Standing on big ol' business Sliding down gripping that slam with a big pole in it, it's Blocks (You know it) From Letras Mania