BUZZCUT DRAFT

Who let the dope boys out?
Thank God you let me crash on your couch
Who's my God that I'm prayin' to now?
Early two-thous, they tried to jump me in
Latino protection
Any direction, you gave me your blessing
Texan, I text him, I told him I got him
Told him I made it to Hollywood
All it took was a summer to fail
Cancel me as hard as you want
It ain't gon send me to jail
Truth prevails, this is real, miss my brother
I love my mother
Drove all the way to Cali' just
To check up on me
Made her go home, felt the virus
And the night is like weed and
False dreams mixed with signs
Deals they had us sign, for years
It had me blind
Think I had to hit rewind and
Think about why I do shine
Got my cousin doin' time
He was barely pushin' dimes
Whole family cursed
Now get the fuck out my ride

Ide-ide-ide-ide-ide-ide-ide, yeah, I
Now, get the fuck out my ride
Ide-ide-ide-ide-ide-ide-ide, yeah, I
Now get the fuck out my ride
Ide-ide-ide-ide-ide-ide-ide, yeah, I
Now get the fuck out my ride
Ide-ide-ide-ide-ide-ide-ide, yeah, I
Now get the fuck out my ride

Live from the gutter
Blood like red paint spills
You niggas ain't alpha, you're incels
You normies ain't a part of the script
Doxx your house with Crips
Pop shit, now you got content, constant
Where to begin? A veteran with medicine pen
Let 'em all in
Treat 'em like they next of my kin
Checkin' your chin way before
The record begin
Niggas blow a lot of smoke like
They breath in the wind
Ain't no pretend, tell you how it is
How it go what do you know
When you start escapin' your soul
White on the street
Walking the beat like Abbey Road
Truth be told
No such thing as real nigga mode
Through the lights, camera, action, glamor
Glitters and gold unfold the scroll
Plant seeds to stampede the globe
No peace on the street
So I'm clutchin' my heat
Gotta watch for these savages
Roamin' the street (Go)

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