SHOTTA

SHOOTER

I start running a marathon, to your Gang boy
I was on the street and you were playing Game boy
You think you're top boy, you think you're in the big leagues
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If you talk too much, I'll stop you instantly
The top seller here never shows off
Your friends won't come to save you
Call me out and I'll come looking for you

If I look for you, I find you
190, no door can resist you sons of bitches
They talk to me about gang shit now that we're artists
A year ago, their friend was racist
You better control your list
I remember at the party selling on the dance floor
Double if you're a tourist

I'm in the neighborhood and nothing has changed
We've taken out the ones who fail
How many nights have we dreamed
Of being problem-free and I woke up

How do you want me to tell you about the life of the hood
If it's something I carry inside
I didn't learn it, I just lived it
I swear sometimes I regret it
In problems, everything goes with the wind
Your buddy knows I'm not lying

One by one, everyone's happy
It's not gangsta, just an attempt
It got out of hand and I know how to handle it
Loyal to my crew, I sang a solo
I solve it, I have no plan B
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I make your girl dance bachata
You're not tough, you're just flat
The pressure eats you up inside
It kills you, I'll drop the lead
If you don't bring money, I'll drop the lead
If you don't bring money