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We gon' boost it right up, what up?

I'm on South Beach in Miami

I can't talk cause you might record me

Just talked to my lawyer they tried to extort me

Got blamed for a murder that made me a target

People just talking

Laid on the ground boxed in an offense tryna get em up off me

Gun started sparking

Vision getting blurry it's darker they mad but that's not important

Stick to the action

I'm strictly about action

It's either rapping or breaking a mattress

Friends they got mad at me tell em get at me

Like really what's happening

Bitch I'm a sad bitch it was a setup

Fuck all of you after me

Tryna win for the night, but the shit, it got tragic

Tell'em I'm sorry, I hate that it happened

But nigga, that coulda been me in that casket

People, they posted me, what is the problem? (Huh?)

They say I'm to blame

Let me make it, investigation

Bet they keep sayin"mo three names'

But I got a son to make it home to

You woulda did the same thing too (Yeah)

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