(you gon crash homie)

yo put the stove on the shelf it's on standby
all these voices in my head think I'm a crazy guy
I'm paranoid bitch I'm paranoid
knowin if I evva slip they be glad I died
keep a forty with a dick on my waistline
switch the pistol from my hip let that thang fire
they say the good die young why the fake alive?
nigga fuck the other side tell em take mine

(you gon crash homie)
(you gon crash homie)

when you grow up in the trap you don't see shit
errything around us die we don't need shit
ain't nobody here to guide just me bitch
ghetto nigga to the bone ima die wit it
I could nevva be a clone ima slide wit it
got a pocket full of stones ima die wit it
bitch I'm in another zone ima die wit it
yeah

(you gon crash homie)
(you gon crash homie)

I been in these streets I been in these streets
codeine got me all in a mood
I been in these streets I been in these streets
cause baby I got nothin to lose
(pourin up pourin up pourin up)
baby I got nothin to lose
(pourin up pourin up pourin up)
nothin to lose
(pourin up pourin up pourin up)

(you gon crash homie)
(you gon crash homie)

baby I got nothin to lose

(you gon crash homie)

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