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Yo is flashy like Alpo gun happy like Pappy
Sneaky muthafucka me of nigga that crack me
He aint the type you dice with and win dog
Unless you want to get your ass out in gilmore
Yes we soldiers, remind me Troy and
When they came through they hollored 'What up Conrad?'
Grimey niggaz loved to get gully
Summertime still had on gloves and scullies
The Lex 450 up that's Cornbread
Them niggaz Philly would of called him an old head
But he an OG me of Chaz and Bump real low key
Sounded like he didn't know about drama
For this shit many men do trauma
Switchy walked in son, bitch had the baddest ass
The bulletproof glass was rolled up on the
in DC he kept mad blocks in order
Picture this a young nigga gettin it like Porter
Sonny in for half a pit
He got knocked, he on lock still his block from constop
Pop up in the CL5 his project changed
His man just got murked by Salene
he got it in the range nigga Bean popped one in his brain
Over some-thing took his and his chain
Country off the hook down there and Richmond main.
In the 740 I sat, hat turned back
Bow baby nelly singing my wrist blinging What!
I'm waiting on this nigga Wise we lost for two
Son he smokin shit I can see it in his eyes
Coming up emotions closed
Most round looking for wisemen toast
Benny hopped out the Esculade with a few men from B-More
They sellin heroin in Maryland reverse back to
Killed like 4 fiends his popularity that only meant more cream
First it was him and his now he got a team
Went from 5 and a half grams to living the
City pulled up you know his format
Bentley is all marble in the and floor match
Got the out the stash box popped 2 glocks
Peace "All on Me" 2Pac
Everybody he a boss he gotta floss
He on the same bullshit that sent Gotti up
That's Dime in the blue ts stunting he Nicky Barnes
He broke but he like he a Don
Homes hoppin out the Jag that's Max cat
a nigga quick remind me of Haitian Jack
I peep his style son I his stelo, He on the d-low
He at niggaz mumbling fuck you in Creole
Heard war stories bout how he maneuver with the
Hold the iron and send shots through ya
Few niggaz tried to murk him, most got fount
Some turnt try to run they in wheelchairs now
Banks hopped out bulletproof this, that
snorkel, bulletproof hat
Got out a Black he blew 90 on that
Poppin mad like he gonna bulletproof that lets go