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Smoking trees, I'm ridin' 'round

Come to my side of town

Lately, it's been goin', goin' (look, uh)

Goin', goin', goin' down (look)

All of my niggas gon' ride with it

In the pocket, the rocket like Kellen Mond

Mama told me the power was in the tongue

But it probably ain't powerful as a gun

All of you little cowards get devoured

I'm givin' out flowers to anyone

I ain't been out the house in a minute

'Cause I ain't with it if the money is miniature

I been mindin' my business, I'm business-minded

I been spendin' some time with the minister

'Cause them niggas spinnin' shit and still sinnin'

In the City of God and it's sinister

Try to pray and repent in a synagoguе

Or a mosque, a temple, a church

Thеm brown skin's seen many niggas hurtin'

And murder's a common courtesy, for certainly

RIP be on the shirt, search, lurk (down, down, down, down, do-do-do-)

Murk, squirt, dirt, First

My nigga doin' four plus eight without a court date

Talked the other day, he say he doin' okay

He good, he gainin' weight, then got a sharp shank

He made, he say they played, they gotta partake

Homie got a heart full of hate and a face full of war paint

Eyes all red, full of rage and it's hard to escape from a dark place

East side niggas from the A, niggas all ages

Tryna sell a pound of the dog cage

All the OGs 'round town was our age

Danger, sex, and drugs, X and R-rated

(Danger, sex, and drugs, shit be outrageous)

But don't get this shit fucked up, my boy

Ya lucked up once then ya doubled up

I dribble and pass it to the cup and triple-double it

Get to the basket, get the cash and cuddle up

Cover up, bundle up, batter up (batter up)

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