[Hook]
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I can't sell these drugs no more,
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Got too many felonies
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I can't trust these hoes no more
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Bitches like my enemies
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They wanna see me burn through the fall
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Yeah,
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In every thinking bitch last day
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Saw many bags end up half way
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Black glove and the ski mask
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Heard he has baby on his chest
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Made me feel bad
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Shit was all good just a week ago
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No we pouring champagne at the funeral
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Remember dark skin Jamaican with the cesar
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Heard he caught the bychass skate with the visa
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Should have seen the look on his brother when he came through
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Yellin number cash up for the first 48 do
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Men turn to bitches, skank what the state do
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Put you on the box with the numbers tryina break you
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[Hook]
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I can't sell these drugs no more,
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Got too many felonies
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I can't trust these hoes no more
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Bitches like my enemies
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They wanna see me burn through the fall
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Yeah,
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Toll was the hustler, Jermaine was the killer
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He let the niggas stack it all up then he killed em
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I heard he got dropped from his main bitch
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Left the nigga laying stanking there ain't take shit
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I heard the nigga died some island
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Like he seen a nigga face right before he shot him
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Whole gang, then he hit the block like it's no thang
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When everybody knew about the whole thang
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Shit scary and they ain't even drop the tearing
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Cans glowing in the air, help his mother get him buried
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Heard Jermaine went and got a pot of '
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We was young niggas hustling, tryina make it out alive
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[Hook]
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I can't sell these drugs no more,
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Got too many felonies
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I can't trust these hoes no more
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Bitches like my enemies
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They wanna see me burn through the fall
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Yeah.
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If I Die
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| French Montana |
