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(FMG you already know how we rocking) (Yeah) (Alright, alright) (Check me out) (Real talk we them niggas man) ( I ain't gonna say that shit again though) (Uh) It's five thirty two on the dot, And this rap shit ain't gonna stop Til we reach the fucking top I found a chick to fill the slot So i'm done with you thots All niggas want is act and a glock, So they gone post for the cops Niggas bitches in KC I gotta keep it on me, Cause I don't want my mamma See me six feet deep I told my grandma imma Stay out the streets She made sure I had food and a place to sleep Daddy gone see my uncle Slanging and banging I'm a student of the game Studying all these things Yeah I gotta keep my thing I said this bitch gone sing To the lord if i make it rain Yeah Yeah I grew up a bastard in these streets When i'm on grandma living stress free All bills paid on me I gotta snap on this beat Chasing after bucks, Cause last week I was beat All we had was a little three five And some candy to eat Wasn't no we just me and JP Riding around with a ruger Boy don't make us do you Riding around with some shooters Boy don't make us do you Yeah I said the swat gone have to pop me when that AK get to spittin properly I know my opps is steady Watching me Moms knew once i got of age She couldn't watch me So I was on the block Posted with a glock A couple rocks Off in my socks Yo bitch on my jock I never had a pops Just a couple shells cases In a box F*ck you thots I ain't mad at em Free my pops Rocking with the older guys Cracking pops Yeah I got this double cup So you know I got that drop And yo mans almost cuffed that thot She was only good for the top Red beam towards the top My shooters keep them glocks And he shooting for yo top Big rubber band lil nigga keep A knot And a nigga hungry so Imma scrape it out the pot Keep going don't stop Keep going don't stop Keep going don't stop Hold on baby Hold on hold on Keep going don't stop Keep going don't stop (Aye) (Tree on this motherfucker man)