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[Intro]
Damn, she just seen a gangster cry
Damn, she just seen a gangster cry
[Chorus]
Damn, uh, she just seen a gangster cry
Seen a so-called real one lie
Deep up in that field, got sacked
He took that trip, ain't make it back
Fuck they thoughts, I'm statin' facts
Damn, who the rat, how we get trapped?
Run from 12, we call that track
He ain't had no jump shot, he just sold a lot of crack
He ain't never had no job, he just sold a lot of packs
Shootouts, was a lot of that
Went to hell to talk to my niggas, they told me, "Holler back"
Niggas hatin' on they own niggas, I can't follow that
[Verse]
I brought that vibe in
I brought that nine in
If she a dime, I make her spine bent
Nigga, stop all that, niggas can't fuck with me, I'm in my prime, bitch
Tryna kill all the opps and duck all the cops, respect my mind, bitch
Don't cross that line, bitch
That Glock got a switch
Might dive in the ocean just to find a brick
If we can't cook up in this bitch, then I can't pay the rent
She could fuss and hit that bus, but she can't take the dick
All a nigga ever did was try to show you love, why you try to shit on me?
Took you on missions and really showed you how to thug, why you had to switch on me?
Back of your head, you hatin' like, "Damn, Q gettin' rich on me"
Knowin' damn well I did this shit for the team, niggas went bitch on me
I could've really bossed up the bitch, but I done seen shit fall
Real dog, she gon' leave a nigga lost
Had to cut you off before I gotta cut you off
Hardbody, but her skin real soft
Went from the hood to a real big loft
Always mad like a nigga in the fault
Made you mad, now them bitches throwin' salt
[Chorus]
Damn, uh, she just seen a gangster cry
Seen a so-called real one lie
Deep up in that field, got sacked
He took that trip, ain't make it back
Fuck they thoughts, I'm statin' facts
Damn, who the rat, how we get trapped?
Run from 12, we call that track
He ain't had no jump shot, he just sold a lot of crack
He ain't never had no job, he just sold a lot of packs
Shootouts, was a lot of that
Went to hell to talk to my niggas, they told me, "Holler back"
Niggas hatin' on they own niggas, I can't follow that