Tiring
ABG Neal
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I put in pain then throw up the B
Can’t come to my side if I don’t agree
We don’t play fair so I keep it on me
My block is hot to the highest degree
What you know about washing they blood off your tee?
Too many times I jumped out the V
It’s not hard to tell who they wanna be
That apple ain’t falling too far from the tree
I’m in the field look like I need cleats
I don’t use the sidewalk 'cause I’m in the streets
I got the Glock right next to my meat
I never trust any bitch that I meet
Clean up his block, yeah, we make it look neat
My bitch, she hate me 'cause I always cheat
I make it hot when I slide with the heat
These niggas food so we gotta eat
If you want beef we firing (Huh)
Stuck in these streets, it’s tiring (Right)
Got work on my block, I’m hiring
My shootas' gon' do what I say, like I’m Simon (Huh)
Bitches stay lying (Yeah)
All of my enemies dying (Huh)
She don’t wanna fuck then I’m not replyin'
I cut her off 'cause she always cryin' (Cryin')
If you want beef we firing (Huh)
Stuck in these streets, it’s tiring (Right)
Got work on my block, I’m hiring
My shootas' gon' do what I say, like I’m Simon (Huh)
Bitches stay lying (Yeah)
All of my enemies dying (Huh)
She don’t wanna fuck then I’m not replyin'
I cut her off 'cause she always cryin' (Cryin')
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