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 [Intro] 
Lord forgive 'em, for they know not what they do 
As I walk through that valley of the shadow of death see no pussy... 
[Verse 1] 
So I guess we finally meet again 
Should I kill 'em? well, that all depends 
Due to success I started losing friends 
Nigga sleepin', only reason he don't follow trends 
Never was a gimmick, the realest in it, come bear witness 
And I see them rappers is actors, boy, they so robin givens I kept it humble, my stomach grumble, my rollie tickin' 
They did me dirty, I may forgive 'em, but won't forget it 
And not to mention, they wasn't worthy of what I'm spittin' 
It's god's will, and them haters just pray they could prevent it I'm so addicted to gettin' it, I need intervention 
The hottest spittin', your favorite rapper scared to admit it 
Have mercy, let me bow my head I count a million up, that's deadly bread 
Ain't no more humble in me, shit is dead 
Tell them pussy niggas I ain't never scared 
Poor niggas hate to see a nigga win 
Say you comin' for me? pussy nigga, when? 
I been coldhearted since I lost a twin I swear I love it when they hate, 
I made a hit again I did this before my niggas, then 
Use your bitch whenever like a membership 
Never bothered over twitter beef 
We'll probably never meet up where the money be 
Me and kicko on the woodgrain, yeah, the money seats 
Five grand just to see him hit a three balenciagas on a nigga feet 
Death to the competition, may they rest in peace 
[Hook] 
I know my mama prayin' for me - I hope your mama prayin' too 
'cause me and my niggas gotta eat - we'll die over these canned foods 
Have mercy on a real nigga - 'cause I'm sinnin' every day, lord 
Have mercy on a real nigga - 'cause I'mma ride for my niggas, dog 
[Verse 2] 
What the fuck these niggas talkin' 'bout? 
Load the choppers, bring them problems that they talkin' 'bout 
Roll the reefer, no khalifa, you gon' ride or die 
No homicide, it's suicide before I testify 
That's on my daughter, I'm runnin' florida, no kinda, sorta 
And I hear 'em talkin', that money callin', them out of order 
Yeah, nigga - fuck all that talkin', be 'bout it, then 
A lot of small talk, there they go runnin' their mouth again 
Bold nigga, 'til they meet them gorillas 
Fuck a cavalry, my niggas ain't got no feelings 
Money is the motive, family is the reason 
On my mama, ain't nobody ever came between it 
And they never will, streets got me grippin' steel 
These scared niggas need to go to church or either 
Dr. phil I tell 'em look me in my eyes, we are not the same 
Lion-hearted nigga, gunpowder in my veins 
[Bridge] 
Have mercy on 'em... bow your head... 
[Hook] 
[Verse 3] 
Pussy niggas still hatin' hard 
Bitch, I just went and bought the boulevard 
Bitch, I just went and blew another check 
'bout my money, catch a bullet tryna intercept 
Jumpin' up out that whip, I let my chain swing 
Blood up on my sneakers like I gangbang 
Every day's a struggle tryna maintain 
And free my real niggas in the chain gang I hear them broke niggas still talkin' 
Watch your words, do be very cautious 
You threaten mine, you can pick a coffin 
Ain't no talkin', tell 'em shock it once it go to sparkin' 
Self-made rollie and a pair of js hood nigga livin' like I'm bruce wayne 
New ferrari kickin' like it's liu kang real nigga, ain't it true? 2 chainz 
[Hook] 
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