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Correct God Bless The Summer Lyrics
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Errbody want a million What's goin' do for that mirror? If you owe that man, then pay that man Look around, I stood my ground, niggas can't say I ran I was taught, somebody take something, you break his hand And I was taught, you wanna make something? You take a chance The way I see it, these niggas gon' kill theyself How the fuck you keepin' it real? You ain't real with yourself Many night on the "Ocho", duckin' suckas and popo' This Gucci without the logo I don't wear no Polo, I'm boujee now I bring some women to bring some goonies out They used to ask for credit, I dead it, like a root canal I get back to that later, I'm in the booth for now Pistol in your mouth gon' do more than chip tooth your smile Niggas I played basketball with, is shooters now I did the highway with work, I know how a state troopers sound It feel like they plotting to kill me I'm out the way, they booked Meek for poppin' a wheelie Treat us like animals, but we get fly like the Air Force I been on that Ace of Spades, these niggas on Smirnoff Aim it at his head, and try to knock that nigga beard off Skrrt, pull the Benz off, pay attention when men talk Notice I said men Dope like the Exorcist I watched a fiend head spin, been hard to go to bed since Blood splatter all in your car, leave you with red tint Came up with a plan for this paper, been gettin' bread since Tyra said I should model, been gettin' head since They made a sweep, and my niggas been in the fed since They came around askin' questions, we never said shit Gang squad started followin', soon as I said Crip I know they on my Instagram Clap the heat, happy feet, you know them niggas ran I don't call niggas family, unless they really fam' If a thousand don't get 'em, I guarantee a milli' can Slime Try to manage your vibe energy A fake friend could do more damage than five enemies When it's chicken, it's beef, like Fried Kennedy Bring your instrument, we could have us a live symphony In a tight alley, weed be like Cali's Gunplay scenes, I squeeze like Mike Lowrey All you see is sticks and signs, a light rally Red track suit, new Swiss beat, white Bally's Real shit, your own men will hate I don't wanna hear you get dough, if you don't demonstrate I'm tryin' open the door, look like inner-space 5-6-0 with the chrome dinner plates Get it straight, where I'm from, you had to get it Be a man of your word, you couldn't gaffle with it I hit the scaffold with it, that brown bag, I hit it Had 'em waiting in line like Yeezy, Raf tickets I don't call niggas family, 'less they really fam' I don't call niggas family, 'less they really fam' I don't call niggas family, 'less they really fam' I don't call niggas family, 'less they really fam' This that Slime Flu, nigga Got 'em all sick, like achoo, nigga Coughing up blood, no Piru' My crew something like Wu' in '9-2, nigga For the most case, I'm Ghostface No trace on black sand, the boat place I don't care, I don't chase My circle got squares, you in no shape It's been quiet, fiends be gettin' rights Like in L.A., for that yay', I'm Len Bias Let's cop coke, and celebrate Let East know, we set a date When it come to that hammer, that shit ain't never far If it ain't Gucci, it's LSR, I'm very scarred Traumatized, I seen shots and I been shot I hired a driver, I paid him to make the Benz stop Beef feel like war in '92, I'm Mase in '9-8 I'm talking that bullshit, this might increase the crime rate I'm posted like L on 39th Thirty Crip, thirty grams, I hustled for thirty nights That's a whole month Shoot 'em before he roll a whole blunt Need the cash, we E-Z Pass, ain't paid the toll once Kick you in your mouth for them gold fronts Harlem's hero, no cold-cut Bel Air, we toast up I don't call niggas family, 'less they really fam' I don't call niggas family, 'less they really fam'
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