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Having motion through the mail
Up the sco went through the trail
Killed my nephew you won’t make bail
Hope yo Ahh die in jail
Hope yo Ahh burn in hell
Fuck the opps they screaming for death
23 shots up in yo head with a bulletshell
Yeah, with a bulletshell
Been reading shit since I grabbed some off the book shelf
Stay up out the way or yo ahh go be lookin for help
Told my young nigga seek for bread and stick to yourself
Damn, we tryna make it to the top