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Black oak and I'm gunnin for the dope dealas
Black smoke from the buck shot cap peelers
Dirty glock and bouta make a drop
In the swamp in the backa the woods in glen park
Here the nightmares aren't restricted to dark
Here the night terrors aren't just from your thoughts
Middle of day wake up to racket from aks
Fed hate even the fuckin cops are fair game
If my arms out to aim my goons'll do the same
Why you think businesses left
Why you think Freddie Gibbs left
Death is at an all time high Murder capital on the rise
This shit is more ignorant than the Chi
In A city of do and die no option for life
When it's my time fire 21 guns in the sky

G dot where I live
G dot where I die
Upon my death shots ring out across the 219
News will say "he was advocate for homicide"
When I'm buried say no words just put them guns to the sky
G dot where I live
G dot where I die
Upon my death shots ring out across the 219
News will say "he was advocate for homicide"
When I'm buried say no words just put them guns to the sky

Demon house on my block where they birthed the king of pop
Round the corner where that bitch was stabbed and shot
And they burned her fucking car right there on the spot.
Here when ya scared don't rely on the cops
Here we say our prayers while we shine up the glock
Caint getaway
Packin' the bags up but here we stay
Death here to stay
Body's Layin in the street where the kids play
Steady urban decay
In the rust belt I'm a devil so consider me
Bumping triple six while I dump you in a ditch
You a snitch if you dropping names
Why you think businesses left
Why you think Freddie Gibbs left
Death is at an all time high Murder capital on the rise
This shit is more ignorant than the Chi
In A city of do and die no option for life
When it's your time the goons fire 21 guns in the sky

G dot where I live
G dot where I die
Upon my death shots ring out across the 219
News will say "he was advocate for homicide"
When I'm buried say no words just put them guns to the sky
G dot where I live
G dot where I die
Upon my death shots ring out across the 219
News will say "he was advocate for homicide"
When I'm buried say no words just put them guns to the sky

I put my Harley down at 150
Had the caddy shot up and all the bullets missed me
I killed the dealer on my block the cops didn't even frisk me
I sat on the steps with a warm rifle and a glass of whiskey