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  • (Awww man, Nit Lo
  • yeaa yeaa
  • ruff town music
  • fetti I told
  • I got you man)
  • (Verse): Nit Lo
  • I love these streets and going hard over beats
  • Duffle bag fulla guns moving in a G wa son
  • Peep how I murder the game the 40 cal murder you lames
  • N*ggas change up like the weather, under pressure never
  • Comfortable in my skin a good mix like juice and gin
  • I can't lose I'ma win yall pretend to be killers
  • We at the round table planning your death over dinner
  • Nit lo is a patron sipper, mad love n*gga
  • You talking bout that cash then I'm all in n*gga
  • B*tches f*ck me, homies grip up with me
  • I'ma warn ya if you looking for me I be on the corner
  • Right next to Jolie's rest in peace little jolie
  • Wish you did what I did when OGs tried to school me
  • But your pops holding it down, we up in ruff town
  • Still gripping the gun, its nit lo....one!
  • (chorus 2x):
  • Since I been on that brickstack ishhh
  • I've been sitting back stacking them brickstack chips
  • In the streets they heard of them brickstack hits
  • And how I be making all of them quick fast flips
  • (Verse 2): Fetti Cash
  • I'm bout that paper man, haters be hating man
  • So go head and get a grip I slipped and fell
  • But I'm so back (word) homie its a wrap
  • You want the bloody war heres the beast from bloody raw
  • You wanna see my claws or that forty four
  • Bull dog jump off, don't get crossed
  • By that switch blade, you fish bate
  • So I guess you was the worm, one of soldiers confirm
  • That you was a germ, and infant born from rotten sperm
  • I watched and learned sat back and blew trees till my eyes blead
  • Plus I heard from a little birdie, that these f*ckers really wanna test me
  • Then shots gonna fire...I thought I told you clowns don't be playing around
  • Now its murder, death kill I ain't playing around I bet I'm laying you down f*ckers
  • (chorus 2x)
  • (Verse 3): Mark Will
  • (mark will....I need my blocks back, know what I mean, I need my corners)
  • I made it fore this is a lifetime of pain
  • Oozing thru these verses thats why my vocals strain
  • Straight from the soil concrete rough terrain
  • Was standing next to rick I seen him get splattered brains
  • But when it comes to focus its hard to maintain
  • Dealing with killers who life have no remorse of shame
  • Many times I neal and ask god to forgive my sins
  • But its hard when you selling drugs sitting in a 6 benz
  • Sleep is the cousin of death, envy's the brother of hate
  • So I keep them both close and let the toast spray
  • My where abouts in the slums be unknown
  • Cause being broke make some of the softest cats
  • Become violent prone
  • Living conditions close to (*****)
  • I thank eric b for giving me hope he was the first black president
  • Came in the door, on the waist the four in the crib with pepsi
  • Cutting up that white raw, in the mean time in between studio time
  • I was heavy on the block pushing slabs of dimes
  • All of my real cats from the five and the K
  • Pushing grams of white please stay out the cops way
  • And I ain't gotta name no names that real know how ya boy
  • Kept a job and pushed pills on the low
  • Never floss for show and suppress all the goodies
  • It don't mean you a criminal when you wearing a hoodie
  • I don't hold a grudge but how he get an assault with a gun charge
  • Moms an attorney his pops is a judge huh!!
  • The bigger the cap the bigger the peeling
  • Treat your dome like a retractable roof, drop your ceiling
  • You don't like me and I don't like you
  • Now that we got that out the way, the feeling is mutual
  • Respect close to real you don't care about the slums
  • Put up a front like you tryna get rid of all the guns, nah homie
  • I'm about to raise the bar homie, cause this time yall done went to far homie
  • Its gun play the fights cause even the realest cats cry at night
  • When that C.O say lights out
  • I'm not a lifer but I had felony thoughts on how to get this money
  • And stay the hell up out of court, its a sport with true to life G's
  • We ride for it by any means we side down to ride G

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