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I need to get shit right with God before I reach my peak My new truck can't be peeped, too much workin' in these streets And I always tell myself, "Can't fail, got too many people who need me" And I always told myself, "Xho, you gon' ball just like leukemia" On my twin, no Austin Powers Locked in, tryna work on my album In jail like twenty-four hours Niggas get stabbed, they don't take showers And my opps hate goin to jail, when they get there, it's blood showers And when R had got locked up, he kept shit silent before he beat shit, that's my brother Free Hunt, nigga die, he touch him I survived the motion I'd be wrong, they tell 'em that I'm proud of buddy And I'm still a felon, can't get booked out country And I'm still prevailing, can't fuck up my motion When I slide, it's backseat Jeep I know I'll ride when it's beef I still'll load and get 'em gone, I don't just make songs about this beef Yeah, they talking 'bout the shit at the store when I dropped me a nigga like, "Who can't hit?" Or you talking 'bout the nigga I spinned right down in that hour when he tried lil' Chris? Or you talking 'bout when bruh got popped, but your boy got dropped? You ain't talkin' 'bout shit Try to slide on me, hear, "Frrt," I put a fully on all my blick If you fuck with the gang, then— brrr, lil nigga, all y'all hoes gettin' hit Yeah, workin', I've been on the road, I don't ever be in none of these niggas' mix Pull up on these niggas' block, two hundred shots, we need us a movie Don't even be with they clique, these niggas hop, these niggas groupies Letras de cancionesNever put gun in the bag, it's in my hand, boy, I ain't stupid Tryna go slide on they block, I lost a car, hop in an Ubey Who not him? How a bitch gon' tell me who I am? Shoot at them, soon I send 'em up, I do my dance They drop diss, spin in twenty minutes, who be playin'? I don't like your big homie, I washed him out, now you the man On God, yeah, this shit get bloody, but this ain't bloody, this shit personal This shit get Bloody, I'm talkin' 'bout Sex, Money, and Murder And tell your boyfriend, "Watch your mouth," I said I'd murder him, on Blood He talkin' 'bout he do what and he from where? I ain't heard of him, on Blood All that cryin' with shit, nigga Ain't no tryin' this shit, nigga Niggas die 'bout this shit, nigga It ain't nothin' to drop six figures I'm a real Zone Six nigga I know you ain't on shit, nigga And I know he ain't on shit either Your ho still gon' fuck, I kill you, she an eater Plus I ain't livin' with my bitch, I don't need shit Niggas who love beefin' with Xho ain't gon' be shit But some deceased shit, on some BIP shit (On God) From Letras Mania