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They thought I was finished, I'm still out here in these streets
Hellcats, Trackhawks, SRTs I know they still hating on me, they want me
Deceased I been getting money, I can do this in
My sleep
I'm from that avenue, that's why I can't
Quit buy my mom a house, put a Rollie on
Her wrist Bad bitch said she for me, but she tryna
F*ck my friend I can't trust a soul, that's how niggas
Dying quick Turn on the stove, we still trappin' on the K
Ever since Bookie died, I been out the way
Tryna get some money, you might see me state
To state I hate being sober, I might pour me up some
Drank
They thought I was finished, I'm still out
Here in these streets Hellcats, Trackhawks, SRTs
I know they still hating on me, they want me Deceased
I been getting money, I can do this in my sleep
This shit ain't new to me, he killed hisself, turned hisself to a memory
I can't beef with niggas, broke niggas don't even fear me
I'm so uptown, I'm on 48 with a switchy F*ck the other side, you either with me or
Against me That go for bitches too
Y'all be thinking y'all be slick, y'all ain't bulletproof
Hanging out the window, brr, brr, how my shooters do
Cause the same shit they'll do to me, they'll do to you
They thought I was finished, I'm still out here in these streets
Hellcats, Trackhawks, SRTs I know they still hating on me, they want me
Deceased I've been getting money, I can do this in
My sleep They thought I was finished, I'm still out
Here in these streets Hellcats, Trackhawks, SRTs
I know they still hating on me, they want me Deceased
I been getting money, I can do this in my sleep