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Chopper got a 3 leg chrome that bitch a kick stand Medicated filling my lungs strong like some Vicks sad Buddy went and tried his luck And he got shit bag All these kids dying in the hood Man this shit big sad Now worries got him a gift Bought him a toe tag Can supply all that you need Bitch I'm a lit man Dress in all black apparel bitch I'm a hitman 50 hitters posted outside Ready to hit man Popping pills still nodding out This shit get to crazy Even if you call 911 You still couldn't save me Junkies got my heartbeat racing They to damn impatient Grandma need my help in this bitch She need her medication OD bring his as back Call resuscitation Long days and longer nights Call that shit dedication When you get yo shot and you take it call that shit preparation Smoking tree sitting in silences that shit called Meditation Uncle going right up a wall He need his fix now Baby bad with 5 kids she can't do shit now Bro go in out the pin he stay on locked down Feds come jump out the window I'm Forest Gump now My bitch only drink on exclusive I'm on that brown now Hands up and don't you move or you get gunned down Birds came in real dirty give them a bath now Trips from U.S to London I'm in Japan now Chopper got a 3 leg chrome that bitch a kick stand Medicated filling my lungs strong like some Vicks sad Buddy went and tried his luck And he got shit bag All these kids dying in the hood Man this shit big sad Now worries got him a gift Bought him a toe tag Can supply all that you need Bitch I'm a lit man Dress in all black apparel bitch I'm a hitman 50 hitters posted outside Ready to hit man Headshot knock off his top His shit look like some noodles Counting gawp while getting some top This shit is too groovy Foreign pull up clean back to back This shit look like a movie No need too ask I'm always strapped Incase they try to do me Flock Got them boys going crazy They slinging that 380 Flats got them gits to dam lit They lumber jacking shit Poverty tryna survive The struggle real gutter Where you get sent out to fight By your own mother Time to lace up your shoes And go an touch something Ain't no real love in this bitch unless you bloodline The people that you see around me They family of mines Integrity love and loyalty that shit so hard to find I would go against all odds just to conquer mine J lord in the back he ménage With some concubines Moving 6 bricks in a stratus that shit was terrifying But when you make it out unscabbed that shit was nothing right Chopper got a 3 leg chrome that bitch a kick stand Medicated filling my lungs strong like some Vicks sad Buddy went and tried his luck And he got shit bag All these kids dying in the hood Man this shit big sad Now worries got him a gift Bought him a toe tag Can supply all that you need Bitch I'm a lit man Dress in all black apparel bitch I'm a hitman 50 hitters posted outside Ready to hit man