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I am, the type of nigga that brang his pistol in the club I am, the type of nigga your baby daddy wish he would I am, the type of nigga that don’t know how to give a fuck The type of nigga that will tear the whole club, fuck the whole club Fuck a state trooper, fuck a cero, fuck a seargant and fuck a deputy And fuck the police, I be dealing that chillin Till it ain’t no more breath left in me One beef for life until the casket closes If I ain’t ready kick my casket open Y’all heard what I said, I’m back from the dead They killed me last night but I’m here this morning These niggas ain’t gonn hold me back These niggas they hold me stacks Hear that nigga the same weather Chop em down fast slippin, leave em like that I’m that nigga, ad nigga, like what the fuck is backing down I come down this block and I know this uzzi be loaded Bitch I’m gonna be back around I’m alive, I’m alive The way they try to murder me is like a 9 to 5 But I’m alive, I’m alive The reverend is a gangster, we got weapons in them choir I’m alive, I’m alive If we ever go to war you better hope you on my side Letras de cancionesRun up if you want to, I’m gonna hit you with that iron No weapon by, can see what you have on your mind Listen, these rappers said they got love for me But I’m knowing they really hate me though They be like I’ma get rollin through the hood But if I let them do a verse, he gonna take the show And that’s a no no, he ain’t stealing my shine But how the fuck he 35 and he still in his prime I ain’t never been a yg, I started off as a og in this motherfucker And I never heard what’s your name Cause everybody know me in this motherfucker It ain’t just no rap, I really be where the coke be In this motherfucker Try to rob me, bitch I’ma shoot your lights out I’m kobe in this motherfucker I murder this microphone and put your pro tools in the trunk holes Styrofoam at the styrophone, and I’m smokin like a … Go hard on the mike’s not hard, I accidentally give me a broke nose I’m a vicodin cold cane …your favorite rapper is a no goes I’m alive, I’m alive The way they try to murder me is like a 9 to 5 But I’m alive, I’m alive The reverend is a gangster, we got weapons in them choir I’m alive, I’m alive If we ever go to war you better hope you on my side Run up if you want to, I’m gonna hit you with that iron No weapon by, can see what you have on your mind. From Letras Mania