I'm the last one left, the last one left, I don't feel no one
I don't even need no gun, I don't even fear no one
All these niggas speak on me, but I don't even hear no one
They won't say it to my face, so I ain't seein' none of em
I just need my peace back, need my peace back, or I'm finna crash
I know that the police on my back, the opps, they want me back
All these niggas bother me for what? Then I'm on they ass
Niggas spoke on my brother for what? Now he with his ass
I don't need no pen and pad, this shit come from my soul for real
You know where my menace at, he at like every show for real
Free my niggas out the cell, I hope y'all get parole for real
And I know that the system ain't even fair, that shit a joke for real
Steppin' for my brother, nigga, in his name, I murder shit
I ain't gon' say that lil' boy name, but when I catch him, murder jit
I'ma hit my murder walk, you know I got dirty sticks
How the f*ck you speak on me and you f*ckin' a dirty bitch
Done f*ck all of them bitches with that shit, you got dirty dick
Huh, Glock 19, with a bean, he got thirty clip
I ain't never worried, cuz this stick, shooting like Curry, bitch
Uh-uh, stand over him and face him in a hurry, bitch Curry, bitch
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I'm the last one left, the last one left, I don't feel no one
I don't even need no gun, I don't even fear no one
All these niggas speak on me, but I don't even hear no one
They won't say it to my face, so I ain't seein' none of em
I just need my peace back, need my peace back, or I'm finna crash
I know that the police on my back, the opps, they want me back
All these niggas bother me for what? Then I'm on they ass
Niggas spoke on my brother for what? Now he with his ass
I don't need no pen and pad, this shit come from my soul for real
You know where my menace at, he at like every show for real
Free my niggas out the cell, I hope y'all get parole for real
And I know that the system ain't even fair, that shit a joke for real
Steppin' for my brother, nigga, in his name, I murder shit
I ain't gon' say that lil' boy name, but when I catch him, murder jit
I'ma hit my murder walk, you know I got dirty sticks
How the f*ck you speak on me and you f*ckin' a dirty bitch
Done f*ck all of them bitches with that shit, you got dirty dick
Huh, Glock 19, with a bean, he got thirty clip
I ain't never worried, cuz this stick, shooting like Curry, bitch
Uh-uh, stand over him and face him in a hurry, bitch Curry, bitch
I don't even need no gun, I don't even fear no one
All these niggas speak on me, but I don't even hear no one
They won't say it to my face, so I ain't seein' none of em
I just need my peace back, need my peace back, or I'm finna crash
I know that the police on my back, the opps, they want me back
All these niggas bother me for what? Then I'm on they ass
Niggas spoke on my brother for what? Now he with his ass
I don't need no pen and pad, this shit come from my soul for real
You know where my menace at, he at like every show for real
Free my niggas out the cell, I hope y'all get parole for real
And I know that the system ain't even fair, that shit a joke for real
Steppin' for my brother, nigga, in his name, I murder shit
I ain't gon' say that lil' boy name, but when I catch him, murder jit
I'ma hit my murder walk, you know I got dirty sticks
How the f*ck you speak on me and you f*ckin' a dirty bitch
Done f*ck all of them bitches with that shit, you got dirty dick
Huh, Glock 19, with a bean, he got thirty clip
I ain't never worried, cuz this stick, shooting like Curry, bitch
Uh-uh, stand over him and face him in a hurry, bitch Curry, bitch
Writer: Devon White
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