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Yo.. How many more youths are gonna die on the roadside? How many more youths are gonna get duppied? huh? Look, I said It's hype on the roads This year 'nuff man will die 'pon the roads Get shot, left with a knife in their boat Might get slumped on the side of the road Certain man are in war then they go raving Get killed, I'm like \"Why did they go?\" In my endz what d'you know the 9's dem a blow and if man's got dough 45's dem a blow Yout's get handed Macs, Ronald Mcdonald ain't the one providing 'em though They can't handle the ting Hittin' on some bystanders just mindin' their own Cause they're burstin' the ting, blinded, eyes closed That's why more time I'm in the zones Kicking back dun know, writing them flows You dun know I'm focused I'm writing for those I know, I ain't wining and dining them hoes Cuz, I'm on finding and grinding them hoes Yeah I might fuck them, send them back let their boyfriend be the one that's buying them clothes Letras de cancionesYeah that girl, she's fine you know bro But you should have seen the big corns right on her toes She took her socks off my rock clock flops off I was like, \"sorry babes I gotta go\" Yeah that breh can be shining the most But he's butters, have you seen the size of his nose? In the hood man find them kinda jokes so funny So do I, I suppose Get caught in this industry hype, no I won't Do these industry things, no I don't They're like \"bash, come sniff a line of the coke\" I'm like \"lataaa, you man are wiling you know\" I ain't Wiley you know Gyal ain't wearing my rolex but dun know, I rate the tune highly you know You dun know, I rate Weezy But fuck cough syrup unless I've got a cold (Thanks to Bashy for these lyrics) From Letras Mania