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[Chorus] This is my set it's my religion I am up early the the morning with the pigeons All night I have been up cooking up the kitchen Trying to duct the penatentiaries and the system This is my set it's my religion I am up early the the morning with the pigeons All night I have been up cooking up the kitchen Trying to duck the penatentiaries and the system [Verse One] I am hearing guns shots, I can hear them gun shots ring My ringtone buck shot I like how they sing And when they penetrate, you sink like quick sand Gone like this man, and will you be missed man I am convict; I gets no love from the outside So when I go outside they mouths be like diss wide Uh come call me a motherfucking fool cousin wish I wasn't the nigga that you wish you wasn't I got them cops trying to murder me, cause I shot to kill I am real playa ain't no segery, my hair nappy like a bum on the block Check my pocket it's full Dope, coke and rocks taped to my sock It's two gold glocks in a box, and a Black N Mild So I can blow while acting while, I am thugging man (I am thugging Man) Cause my whole city is drugging man now a cut boy Corey that nigga bucking man [Chorus] [Verse Two] Game over I am hitting up your Rang Rover, I am bumping Hover While napping wodee boy pull over Give me a cutta my head bumping I need something that gonna relax me but I don't for wont for nothing Cause I am hustling, 247 with no brake My only brake is when I brake them niggas who are fake boy I am about my cake, see I don't sleep on the grind I creep on the grind with that piece from behind And blow ya mind, Just call me crazy man Now do the crazy man dance, change your plans this your last chance Now then doe boyz with the dope stash shorty move fast before I kick you in ya ass Shorty I am on parole and probation hoe now fuck the whole in tank Bitch your pussy stink, so why ya trying to break the bank I issues out hollows ain't no tomorrow and the Clack Clack you no what follows [Chorus] [Verse Three] I am on the set with these drug dealers and these killers Straight ignorant gangster and paper chaser I got these tattoo tears see I done put in years I earned my stripes I buss at those I don't like I am on that syck cousin. Why you running ducking I am cutting slabs in the kitchen them streets are buzzing Now fuck them people them Feds and detectives I am rolling reckless,they better respect it Or I am checking reletters it's TRU its the crew Wenge and poo I gotta represent the TRU tattoo Now back I am hot, this thang is tucked I am in the crack house next to mack house, with the mack out The spot ridiculous we smoking hickory Put down in history, them haters bussing but they miss me It's six in the morn, I am on a mission up with the pigeons This is the set, the game my religion. So fuck the snitches [Chorus] [Outro] Celo boy you a fool for this one uh concentration camp, lil Bossie, Micheal Nelly What's up with you Webbie, Trill Ent, Jay Tweezy, Young Ready You no Tru sign is up baby lets blow it up Its for the gangstas the grinder nigga on the steps Yall know what time it is |
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