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[intro]
hundred racks n*gga
long live strike

[chorus]
i took grown man risks, so i got grown man sh*t
a n*gga said what? i get to throwin’ in his whip
n*ggas tellin’ ho’s anything, ain’t never did sh*t
if that n*gga wasn’t homeless, i’ll be sittin’ on his crib
heard he be with his bm, so i’m sittin’ on this b*tch
soon as that n*gga come out the crib i’m puttin’ fifty in his sh*t

[verse]
them n*ggas talkin’ ’bout slidin’ they ain’t never caught a b
how y’all n*ggas walkin’ down, don’t be in the street
he shootin’ out the car, that’s how i know that boy ain’t p
i’ll walk up on his ass with no motherf*ckin’ ski
them n*ggas talk that [?] sh*t, but don’t be with it
and n*ggas don’t want to talk money, ’cause they finished
grown man risks got me up some real chicken
five year run n*ggas can’t f*ck with me
in a scat gettin’ ate up by your bm
i’m gettin’ opp n*ggas [?] through the dm
i heard that n*gga want somе smoke, how he want to play it?
fifty on a ‘drac and i can put a ten on yo’ hеad
i’m through the city livin’ life ridin’ behind tint
never scared of sh*t, first to hop out tryna blow the stick
i ain’t gon’ cap in my raps, i never slid with switch
but i could rap about that [?] work the best
the only time i shot a crib when i [?]
we caught that n*gga without his pole and did his ass [?]
one n*gga got caught up in that jeep and then we [?]
i can’t speak on that sh*t [?] a long night
we put two up in the air, they both caught a flight
them n*ggas dissed me in a song, and then i blew my pipe
they shot my crib up, but that get*back was so instant
i don’t know why n*ggas rappin’ and they still b*tches
your mans dyin’ [?] they pendin’
get*back ain’t got [?] but these n*ggas finished
everything them n*ggas said comes with some consequences
get the lo’ on my mama [?]
[chorus]
i took grown man risks, so i got grown man sh*t
a n*gga said what? i get to throwin’ in his whip
n*ggas tellin’ ho’s anything, ain’t never did sh*t
if that n*gga wasn’t homeless, i’ll be sittin’ on his crib
heard he be with his bm, so i’m sittin’ on this b*tch
soon as that n*gga come out the crib i’m puttin’ fifty in his sh*t

[outro]
long live my n*gga strike, n*gga
free badass
free thirty, n*gga
free the reap

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