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Ate a couple jiggas with that Glock on my side Riding, hanging out the window, screaming: Who wanna die? Savage lil addict with 100 bad habits Say: I need prayer, all I need is my ratchet Pull up, swang with the blade Then I pray over dead prey Banging grey till my grave Milli rock, sa passe What that mean? I don't know, took about four Xans today Sipping lean, dying slow, drugs make me feel okay Jackal from the flames, make a stang of a bitch like you Fuck the 12, fuck the cops, we ain't forgot about you Kill mo', kill mo' Gleesh walk on a sack Burn a half a mil in cash Fuck that paper, turn it ash Walk away and start to laugh Ha-ha-ha-ha ha-ha No more, I got cash, cash, cash, and cars and broads Hit that seven figure mark without an A&R $Carecrow walking in the fog Life got worse than it was before, ho