Hard Toys

[Verse 1]
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R.I.P., B.T.G

Look, I'm from the north side
Baker's home, davis and streets
When I die, take my soul for the majors to keep
Niggas dropping like flies on these ace town streets
Crazy being twenty-five, not laying six feet deep
Keep your eyes wide open, niggas be on the creep
Don't you know how they get you when you go to the store?
Devil got him when he presented a mountain of gold
A bunch of coke, a couple watches, and unlimited hoes
When the temperaturе rise, where thе hell you gon' go?
And when that pressure make diamonds, 'lot of niggas rhinestone
Niggas third eye blind, coupled with a blindfold
And believe what niggas be tellin' them because it sound cold
The way we [?]
Some niggas still in the hood, up to no good
And won't leave like CJ, Ryder, and Smoke
I need residuals, folk, I want that car in the crib
They tellin' me about religion, you can keep all that shit
'Cause in the end it's like this (Yuh, uh)