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Paroles: ISO

Yeah they my niggas
I said, I said, I said yeah they my niggas
I said yeah, they my niggas
I said, I said, yeah they my niggas

First off rest in peace to Black Mamba
I'm just a black man in a black jungle
We came and we saw and we conquered
Everything an obstacle that came upon us
I got niggas doin' fraud with the Sun Trust
Can't let 'em catch me off guard, I got my son trust
Sendin' off family some regards ftom my conscious
To me it sound like El Debarge when the gun bust
Kick it like Jet Lee, I'm a God with the nunchucks
Send him to God, that's on God if he play with us
Memory card I had to save it up
I'm in Memphis tryna gеt it
They like Grizzly's tryna play the bucks
Yеah, diamonds on my neck hit like a light show
Yeah, got so many Jacksons call me Michael
Yeah, I just told Hitkidd to give this beat a ISO
Yeah, the way I killed this beat, you might think it was tight roped
Yeah, no I don't know Louis, but I'll buy some Louis
Yeah, Burberry and Fendi and Prada and Gucci
I don't know 'bout y'all, but I'ma live my life like it's my last
And I'm smokin' on some shit
You hid when you see 12
I just hit the airport high, I'm late as hell
So many diamonds they think I play for the NFL
I done serve so many Jays I think I met Ezell
Baby, I be flexin', I'm a wrestler, call me JBL
Would've been at Toronto with the Raptors, but I got a fail
Could've been up there ballin' with Lonzo, but I'm still a player
Every time I'm in the hood, yeah that shit good, they treat me like the mayor
You could've been right here, eatin' with, but you didn't wanna chill
You could've been right here, eatin' with me, you ain't wanna chill
You could've been right here, eatin' with me, you ain't wanna chill
Everybody around me, eatin' with me, they just brought a chair
I'm like yeah, they my niggas
You with yo' niggas you say "yeah, I'm with my niggas"
You love your niggas just say "yeah, I love my niggas"
If you 100 you say "I'm 100 nigga"
If you my dawg, I'll never ever switch
A hunnid hittas, they won't snitch, and they won't miss
We don't talk to cops and we don't reminisce
Ran up the bands, I had to use a stick
Everything I did you know I did it for the click
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