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1700 still

i got the power like fitty
n*ggas still b*tches they really be iffy
and i ain’t showin no pity
still free gy he was givin n*ggas sixty
walk up bow he get shifty
ion need n*ggas wit me
still a gritty
low but i still get busy
he said that smithy
hit like a grlizzly
leave yo ass drunk off whiskey
ion care who was wit me
that sh*t burned crispy
fucc eyybody they twisty
can’t sh*t dismiss me
knew u was fishy
succ my dicc don’t picc me
my body made like steel
n*gga ya sh*t squishy
take another route like ricky
never cared bout no innocence
cared bout no citizens
big n*gga still move militant

ima show u how real it get
said we ain’t sendin warnings
gon rocc til it’s any man

ont fw to many men
b*tch where the dividends
ll face he was limitless

1700 infamous
been a big difference
anything else ridiculous

hadda peep all i got is myself
that sh*t ain’t break me im chin up wit god as my help
gon play the cards that he dealt
burned a few bridges im laughin while watchin it melt
them memories under the belt
i count em them scars i take what come wit it like welp
ion need n0body else

ain’t gon lie i been lost ina head
sh*t ont get better im buggin tryn talk to the dead
ll my n*ggas that bled
i’m tryna see red
don’t care bout no she said he said
speak on they name infareds
not goin at n*ggas legs
i don’t wann chill that sh*t dead
too many n*ggas gon shed
tryna stay low they gon reach it
but when n*ggas pop out it’s like now y’all n*ggas vegan
blamin em ones thas leadin
new n*gga around like mike gotta beat it
boy ain’t no middle we could meet it
never stress ona b*tch ion kno that meanin
ma said some ain’t worth keepin

i pray i heal from that sh*t thas concealed
but enough of allat let’s get real
been playin it low throw me in im shaquille
once u cut b*tch u cannot appeal
that sh*t don’t even sound real
don’t gotta heart still
b*tch ima thug it foreal

don’t play innat heat u get tanned
gotta watch for them cams cus we ont fw the jam
he was showin his hands but this one right here for ya man’s
cuz give u 10 like a gram
half of this sh*t wasn’t part of the plan

u alone it get real that feelin forever unmatched
nun new i like feelin detached
ion give a fucc i carry that on my bacc
won’t crash bout a b*tch thas a fact
ol head tol me don’t slip thru them cracks
i give one shot deals then you packed
i’m cuttin sh*t quick na you can’t even react

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