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Oh, yeah, everybody killa Tryna make it to the top, we can't take everybody with us We can't get everybody rich, we can't fuck everybody bitch 'Cause I'm afraid to catch a case, I feel like everybody snitch And Coast West in the shivers, I be havin' premonitions Growin' up, ain't had no license, let's just have to check the engine 'Less we have to spot the weak, show somebody that we miss 'em I will park it, nigga shit, face got dark and niggas quick, huh Tell me where you from, I ain't heard of that In the city, baby, your fresh rap can be a murder rap I will let you hold it, bitch, you gotta bring my burner back One up in the top, I get to drop, you know I'm surfin' that Send 'em up to heaven gates, now it's mom that's sellin' plates Now it's homies watchin' cards, 'cause they all here actin' hard Please, don't try to get involved 'less you on the public 'Cause my gangsters really movin', ho, don't cut 'em, niggas shootin', wait From Letras Mania