[Chorus: TLG Deuce]
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Big homie, n***a
[?] this that one

[Verse 1: TLG Deuce]
I'm hearing n***as wanna rob me, I'm laughing
You gon' get shot with a cannon, not a camera
Gangstas got gunshot wounds, let me stamp it
I'ma make a Go Fund Me and [?]
Worker fucked the bag up, tryna do [?]
You ain't applying yourself, 'cause you joking
Ain't the type to text [?] I'ma smoke him
Playing with my money, like playing with my emotions, n***a
I ain't got time for that ho shit
N***a, dump you in a Detroit River, we ain't got oceans, n***a
Stop asking 'bout the work, you copping 'cause I'm rolling with it
If you not, then toodle loo, I'm [?]
You [?] rich with this hard, n***a
You soft turning hard, when you see me, I'm a hard n***a
I [?] hit it with the narks too
But I can make the caine disappear, make that hard move
[Chorus: TLG Deuce]
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[Verse 2: Louie Ray]
Fuck [?] help me
Ain't nobody gavе me shit, I had to help me
If I ain't rap, pеople probably wouldn't see me
Because of rap, n***as think they wanna be me
They want attention, they don't care to see they team eat
It was me vs the state, [?]
Big money in my bag, make the Chevy lean
N***a shitting off that drank, drinking ready clean
Bands thick, they'll hold up some heavy jeans
Get to pressing all these n***as, using heavy steam
Double beams on this bitch, red and green
I'ma cut the white I sell, but tryna kill a fiend
[Chorus: TLG Deuce]
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