(AyoJarii, that shit go too crazy)
Bitch done put a hex on me, ma say she lay next to me
I be sippin' a lot of codeine 'cause I can't go to sleep
Out the trenches, blessed to be
Fake love, that be killin' me
All this pain built up in my heart, I know they feelin' me
Lil A, why you leave me? You know that you keep your pipe
Poppin' Xannies, poppin' Perkys, I can't never sleep at night
Fuck the police, read my rights, my titi say, "This ain't right"
Fuck that nigga, take his life, I want murders every night
Chi-kay slide, he gon' ride, I can't look in AJ еyes
Mini Draco, up that fire, boom, a nigga gotta die
Homicidеs, we create 'em
Smoked his door, we cremate 'em
They say, "Doodie, get the paper"
Love you, I'll see you later
Why you have to leave me? I was just gettin' started
And you loved Hennessy, get off that and act retarded
You my favorite cousin, you were the life of the party
You were a family man, love the way you love my daughters
Ever since I got that call, I can't even think straight
I spend every dollar, never been a cheapskate
You know that we blick first, put them on a big shirt
White hourse, white carriage, I promise this shit hurt
This shit hurt, I lost a few, V. Roy first and then you
Call my pops, "I miss Q," take one, we killin' two
I love all my killers, they gon' slide at some murderers
Pop a Perky, scratch your itch, send some shots, get 'em missin'
Lil A, why you leave me? You know that you keep your pipe
Poppin' Xannies, poppin' Perkys, I can't never sleep at night
Fuck the police, read my rights, my titi say, "This ain't right"
Fuck that nigga, take his life, I want murders every night
Chi-kay slide, he gon' ride, I can't look in AJ eyes
Mini Draco, up that fire, boom, a nigga gotta die
Homicides, we create 'em
Smoked his door, we cremate him
They say, "Doodie, get the paper"
Love you, I'll see you later
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