Got some static for some niggas on the other side of town
Let my little cousin K roll, he’s a rider now
What they want from us motherfuckin’ thug niggas?
Used to love niggas, now I plug niggas, and slug niggas
Am I wrong? Niggas makin’ songs, tryin’ to get with us
Must be gone on stress weed, in the West we trust
To the chest I bust, then we ride ’til the sun come
Shinin’ back to brighten up the sky; how many die?

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