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All I got is my word, I can't break it for nobody
I one damn splash, knew death was knockin' on it probably
But I still got my momma, show you know I'm grateful
You come for any one of mine, you gon' catch a facial
The life we live on that righteous shit
But if a nigga disrespect, I got the right to quit
I'm a tailor, headshots, all I ever knew
So if a nigga get too close, that's a burial
The gun is all I really got
.357, I bought that when I was just a town boy
Runnin' round that block with the dirty clothes
And my goal was to flip 30 Os
Now a nigga thinkin' bigger
My fans in Portland think I'm an industry nigga
But truthfully, I just flipped a pack that I ain't proud about
But shit, when it get hard, we gotta thug it out
All that I've got is you
All that I've got is you
.357 to leave a nigga stretched out
If you ever yelled, I wrote it
Just know I prayed for you on my lonely
And ain't no codees, I did it doly
Can't tell you who's food I ate
But baby, can you hold me
Like real talk, bitch, I just need you to hold me
Don't know if there was cameras on that block
But I scoped them, still runnin' from that shit today
So careful how I'm postin
Ayy, Splash, I just broke your shit today
We still rollin', still f*cked up my nigga
Chest broken, we my bitch, smoke potin
I have a lil' nigga chokin
I told your lil' ass to be careful when you goin
But it can't be in the war, them niggas know I'm golden
Bruce Leroy Glo, and nigga, we on go
All that I've got is you
.357 to leave a nigga stretched out
All that I've got is you
.357 to show the niggas stand up
All that I've got is you
.357 to leave a nigga stretched out
All that I've got is you
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All I got is my word, I can't break it for nobody
I one damn splash, knew death was knockin' on it probably
But I still got my momma, show you know I'm grateful
You come for any one of mine, you gon' catch a facial
The life we live on that righteous shit
But if a nigga disrespect, I got the right to quit
I'm a tailor, headshots, all I ever knew
So if a nigga get too close, that's a burial
The gun is all I really got
.357, I bought that when I was just a town boy
Runnin' round that block with the dirty clothes
And my goal was to flip 30 Os
Now a nigga thinkin' bigger
My fans in Portland think I'm an industry nigga
But truthfully, I just flipped a pack that I ain't proud about
But shit, when it get hard, we gotta thug it out
All that I've got is you
All that I've got is you
.357 to leave a nigga stretched out
If you ever yelled, I wrote it
Just know I prayed for you on my lonely
And ain't no codees, I did it doly
Can't tell you who's food I ate
But baby, can you hold me
Like real talk, bitch, I just need you to hold me
Don't know if there was cameras on that block
But I scoped them, still runnin' from that shit today
So careful how I'm postin
Ayy, Splash, I just broke your shit today
We still rollin', still f*cked up my nigga
Chest broken, we my bitch, smoke potin
I have a lil' nigga chokin
I told your lil' ass to be careful when you goin
But it can't be in the war, them niggas know I'm golden
Bruce Leroy Glo, and nigga, we on go
All that I've got is you
.357 to leave a nigga stretched out
All that I've got is you
.357 to show the niggas stand up
All that I've got is you
.357 to leave a nigga stretched out
All that I've got is you
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