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Few niggas just got sweeped, the feds move like a broom
Fill my scars with codeine 'cause Tris can heal these wounds
Uh, hotboxin' these foreign cars, I never should've been a star
I control the game, I'm raw, no cappin' down, I'm the law
Uh, what you know 'bout cryin' alone, smilin' with your company?
Uh, I done searched the whole damn world and I was hopin' I can find peace

I been asked mama for that cheese, the money ain't have no time
Bro went out sad, shit, he gon' do what else now?
Tryna understand where she comin' from, I ain't get the timin'
He come out the gate with S on him, knowin' that what trial meant
He play with his life, chill, Roddy got public defenders (what else?)
Late nights, we should meet, back and forth
By sayin' that I know that I miss her (I'm here for it)
That's what I told Aisha
Don't talk on the phone what I tell my niggas
I respect the feet game, tell the pussies
Slow down is what I told to Tekeisha
South, I'm close, I'm back home
Knee-deep in the beef, I'm back on that
That's what I told my mama
If I let 'em catch me with my pants down, that's gon' make they summer
Uh, rich for real, I been peeled Hummer
Text God a prayer for the family, He text back, "I love you"
I ain't come this far for nothin'
Private jets from Miami to LA, it cost thirty-one

Few niggas just got sweeped, the feds move like a broom
Fill my scars with codeine 'cause Tris can heal these wounds
Uh, hotboxin' these foreign cars, I never should've been a star
I control the game, I'm raw, no cappin' down, I'm the law
Uh, what you know 'bout cryin' alone, smilin' with your company?
Uh, I done searched the whole damn world and I was hopin' I can find peace

Rick Owens planted in the ground, I keep my head high
You know none of these firearms ain't made for leg shots
Sellin' shows out in Oregon, I come from cellblocks
Uh, just to book me, it's gon' cost you dough, way more than a cookie
Fiends knockin' right there by the store, it's a bunch of bullies
In the field, them niggas thirsty, we jump the gate when they raid
It was times that I was hungry, now I valet-parked the i8

Few niggas just got sweeped, the feds move like a broom
Fill my scars with codeine 'cause Tris can heal these wounds
Uh, hotboxin' these foreign cars, I never should've been a star
I control the game, I'm raw, no cappin' down, I'm the law
Uh, what you know 'bout cryin' alone, smilin' with your company?
Uh, I done searched the whole damn world and I was hopin' I can find peace