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I just came up in this right hand when I was walkin' into the yard
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And, um, they just opened up, and there's no other way to put it
They just drove up like this, slowed down a little, paow, paow, paow (slide)

Made 'em proud but I never made a million
I'm talkin' net, I heart the set, I'm tryna raise the children
From the Naughty where we ain't pretendin'
Made a lot of niggas die, but I ain't admitting (die but I ain't admitting)
Yeah, ain't forgetting, can't forgive 'em
Preyin' on 'em, no, it ain't religion
Sick of niggas, no, it ain't remission
With it even though I hate the killings
Rather point it at the crackers, FN with the ladder

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Slide, slide, slide, slide (beggin' on 'em)
Slide, slide, slide, slide (beggin' on 'em)
Slide, slide, slide, slide (beggin' on 'em)
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I love my mama 'cause she did her best
I feel nirvana when I'm in the set
We see who pop it on the Internet
Catch one, it's a bet
It's a wrap, hit his lungs if he run
Hit his back, if he crawl, hit his hat
Out here livin' raps

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Slide, slide, slide, slide (beggin' on 'em)
Slide, slide, slide, slide (beggin' on 'em)
Slide, slide, slide, slide (beggin' on 'em)
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Late nights, who rides?
Grey slides, suits, ties
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Writer(s): Vincent Staples, Zachary Deem Sekoff, Mike Ryan Hector, Leken Taylor, Hebrew Malachai Richardson

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