It hurt me deep when I lost niche, I swear I can't squash beefThey ask you new snitch and I said not meI'd rather drop myself than let them drop meI told mama I can't come to auntie A'sCause I got beef with washed neeksPlus I don't watch you so don't watch meI laughed so much I nearly cried when I heard he's gonna bust meDon't know what you heard about me, motherfucker I'm the top GAnd I might kill the niggas, kill and rob the niggas doing robberies3F, he done shot so many pats before he knew it allBrass or 51 time and when I blew it allI lost 5 guns, the last 2 I had were beautifulDon't laugh on her, bitch, I bring my stick to that beauty crewI greased my Nina bareback, never had no gloves onHe's calling me a punk but I'm the brother that he run fromHad the best rap in the hood, don't ask me where I get my guns fromI had to ask my niggas where's the love goneShe's telling me I'm stubborn, I'm a Taurus plus my last name DugganHad a Taurus, it was gorgeous, I'm still R-ChefI ain't *, I ain't buggingHad to tell my nigga don't shoot my cousinAnd he told me that he won't but deep down I know he bluffingAki told me don't go, next time to send a YGI told him that it's cool, these other rappers ain't like meI'll pull up to her party wearing NikeJust as long as my skelly and my 9X beside meAt one point I went to every party with my pistolI ain't even got a lag or a security, it's simpleI give gunshot, I don't give talkQuit corn and I just met a new rap link up in BristolMy niggas on the ones and on the twos with no signal4F, he done shot so many pats before he knew it allYour head is keep banging on your doorsMy shooters in drip, he kept banging in the yardsAnd Boogie got 20 years cause he was banging for the causeSo free him upThe judge looked me in my eye and asked me what have I doneI told him this ain't who I am, this is just what I've becomeImagine being 15 already clutching a gunCause there be niggas tryna roll and put a hole in your lungAnd I don't like beef, * war, it slows down my money bagBitches tryna honey trap, that's why I do the running manI used to love bro, for the times used to cut his tagJust so we can roll and hit the strip and go on bunny manBands ain't my friend, that's my blood broSo when Marky died, it also left me as a crushed showAfter boo, always asked me, how did that go?Now I'm at his graveyard, chilling with my RamboBut he ain't got a worry, cause he knows his son's a starGot bands until I die, I take a bullet in my heartRight or wrong, I still got him, nothing's dragging us apartThat's my brother and I love him, that's my motherfucking dogThat's that, free Boogie though, my left lungEven though I'm locked too, I say that * until we're both freeFree claps, real guy, that's my big homieFree frog, real guy, that's my big homieThat's my street code D, * you think niggaCause I'm locked, well you don't think I drink niggaCheck my bank, see a price with a six figureThink I'm lacking, I'm still rolling with a big chingerHaunted by my parcel, I ain't dying by no bitch niggaBlocks full of go-getters, real niggas, poor shellersReally known for stepping out and chinging up some grown fellasNow we're trying to elevate, give us lemons and I bet we'll turn it lemonadeName a block like us, we'll be getting paidName a bitch in the clubs, we ain't getting laidAs far as that goes, free my lifeThey don't really chat loads, niggas pillow-talkingJust so they can go and smash hoes, motherfucking bitch niggasFor the * gang