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I really been balling

Problems in da 205 I'm causing

Lotta niggas dissing Lotta bodies fallin

I promise dis shit is not a game

U just rappin I'm bein real we not da same

Das gon b the reason u die

Pull up full auto ima hit the bull's-eye

I'm the greatest youngin in dis rap shit

Got the traits but I didn't inherit

I had a dream about bands and I was desperate

Same year I said Fuck it I gotta get a bag

Same year og put me on I got off my ass

Yall was fillin up ya head wit education

I was filling up da mag cuz I had a dedication

I had to get out of dat poverty situation

I was tired of being broke

Startin hangin wit em everyday Dey was cutthroat

RIP OG 31 B

Promise ya nigga u gon live thru me

U know I was gon shout u out RIP SIS

Forever saying Fuck 12 On my Hip I got justice

30 shots u gon get hit

Aye you can ask my niggas bout wat I did

But ion even gon speak on dat shit

Just b4 dissin know who u fuckin wit

Ridin like ghost rider wit da heat

Dissed me and issa easy defeat

Cappin ass nigga take u a seat

I'm out but if I record dis track they gone have it on repeat