I’m from a place


I'm from a place where real niccas reside, where killas gone kill and fake niccas gone die,I pull triggers that's why stake tender so high,up on my throne on a sinner franchise so remember no lies,I eat with some,bad guys, Yet they they all some real niccas gogettas that ride. I'm playing for keeps in these streets til I die and I'm keeping my heat next to me if they try offing me cause I got keys no surprise It's the game yes indeed its West side on my life,

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