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NLE the top shotta, got the bombs like Al-Qaeda (Mmm)
NLE the top shotta, bitch, you know I keep it raw (Mmm)
NLE the top shotta, bitch, you know I'm Don Dada (Mmm)
Walk around, walk around (Ah, ah, ah, ah, ayy-whoa)

Bitch, I'm forever spittin', and I could give a fuck what you say
My brother tell me, "Keep winning," I put this shit in they face
A couple bitches, they twinnin', they runnin' 'round my place naked
And I'm addicted to sinnin', I done did most shit you're sayin' (Brrt, brrt)
Ayy, and I seen coke turn to sugar, I seen sugar turn to shit
Make this NLE shit, now my niggas changin' on this shit
I ain't mad about it, I respect decisions in the pink
'Cause deep down inside, I wanna see

All of my niggas runnin' to the money, gettin' shit from me
But you gotta watch out for the narcs
Know my niggas scoring, choppas started roaring
Left a nigga snoring on the block

I gotta start puttin' myself first, finna lose my mind
Them niggas left me out to dry, it really left me black inside
If them tables turned
You know I'd give up my back and spine (You know I would)
Bridges burnin', tried to keep drivin', but I be wreckin' now
Before I walk up in the rain, you know I grab my coat
I'm prepared for my battles, I ain't scared to go
Before I go to sleep, I pray that God keep my soul
I think we live on Hell, got a nigga dyin' to know

Them boys ain't slidin' on me, they the ones that's dyin', homie
And I don't like informants
He got a murder appointment, hop out
Don't fleet when we dumpin' (Brrt, brrt)
Christmas ornaments, we light 'em like a tree when we comin'
Had a vision of a dead man, scared to say it's me, though
I'm a real Capone, gotta XD with my amigos
Free murders, free throws, we do this shit for Ceno
Kill like Al Pacino, but I wasn't on the scene, though

Runnin' to the money, gettin' shit from me
But you gotta watch out for the narcs
Know my niggas scoring, choppas started roaring
Left a nigga snoring on the block

To the money, gettin' it from me
(Ah, ah, ah, ah, ayy-whoa)
For the narcs
Scoring, roaring
(Ah, ah, ah, ah, ayy-whoa)

I hope I die before my mama
I can't see you in a casket (I can't see you in a casket)
Sometimes a nigga wonder, do my granny miss my pappy? (Miss my pappy)
Grandpa died, that shit, it hurt me deep, it scarred my daddy
Everybody that I love left, who understand me?
One person that never left, my mama, since a baby
If you gave me somethin'
I had to earn it, that shit made me (That shit made a man)
Called the police on me a few times, you tried to save me
This shit I did up in the streets, the shit that had you losin' sleep

Runnin' to the money, gettin' shit from me
But you gotta watch out for the narcs
Know my niggas scoring, choppas started roaring
Left a nigga snoring on the block

Runnin' to the money, gettin' shit from me
But you gotta watch out for the narcs (Brrt, brrt, brrt)
Know my niggas scoring, choppas started roaring
Left a nigga snoring on the block
Ah-ah, ah-ah
Oh, oh-oh