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F*ck the jury nigga F*ck the DA nigga F*ck the judge nigga F*ck the fake hoes who really hate but fake love with you Bless the G niggas And the hustlers And the plug nigga We gon run it up and then stack it up and straight thug with it F*ck the jury nigga F*ck the DA nigga F*ck the judge nigga F*ck the fake hoes who really hate but fake love with you Bless the G niggas And the hustlers And the plug nigga We gon run it up and then stack it up and straight thug with it Three hots and a cot These hoes tried to break my soul You can take all that I got And i still won't break or fold I grow thick skin in the winter So I can take the cold God made me in his image And then he broke the mold Run up them bands in the summer I bet they feel the heat Struggle ain't do nothing but put fire under my feet Ima sure go and get it if my heart got a beat Got the best dope in the city I ain't scared to compete Ima make sure we eat Swim if I flood the streets I can f*ck with these niggas Cause these niggas just leech I be cool on all these hoes They just sand on the beach She gotta worship a nigga Take heed when I preach Fiends scrape it off the plate I think I like to screech I'm screaming free El Chapo And free that nigga Meech Got a fine ass Bahamian She from the Florida Key Cute face slim waist And ass on Georgia peach F*ck the jury nigga F*ck the DA nigga F*ck the judge nigga F*ck the fake hoes who really hate but fake love with you Bless the G niggas And the hustlers And the plug nigga We gon run it up and then stack it up and straight thug with it F*ck the jury nigga F*ck the DA nigga F*ck the judge nigga F*ck the fake hoes who really hate but fake love with you Bless the G niggas And the hustlers And the plug nigga We gon run it up and then stack it up and straight thug with it I did six months on the bunk That shit bout made me sick I put six things in the trunk That shit might make me rich Youngin told me he felt broke It turned into a lick Get the mask and the gas Free bands and free bricks Roll the dice and we hit F*ck them niggas we rich Stack them chips like Ritz Money over a bitch They said love will get you killed Love my family to death Ima grind trap hustle Til I run out of breath I'm a GTH nigga It's what beat in my chest 'When I get to heaven Then I can get some rest We not DJ Khaled But we know we the best Six feet deep Leave em sleep If they come try and test us