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[Intro:]
It's that real shit
I know what time it is
Papoose, Papoose



Trick you off the streets Lyrics continue below:


I wrote the buckle hustler and corrupt all towns
Youngest news tell the prompters and helicopters they juxtasomethin'
Ghetto abolition is ripped it up when I took the summonce
Inspired breathing dragon, emergence straight out of Brooklyn dungeon
Mama got the belt and whooped your ass real good for jumping
'Cause she was baking a birthday cake and you shook the oven
Shot him in his head, I cried it the day they took my cousin
Shed so many tears, it looked like somebody cooked the onions
Back in the [?] by accident, the hood disgusting
And I ain't used to everyone wearing mask, I'm just a Justin
I don't need a key to start the Ferrari, is good for nothing
My ‘Rari it sparks
I pushed the button and tour in the UK
Twelve shows, I took a dozen
Rest in peace to Nipsey, just like Lauren I booked in London
Niggas fallin for anything
'Cause they never stood for nothing.
2021 we ain't having that, the hook is coming
And they belly up the beast, where you're getting money
Niggas wanna start beef,
When you cook 'em,
than they start calling up police
Nice try.
You can never trick me off the streets
And they belly up the beast,
where you're getting money
Niggas wanna start beef,
When you cook 'em,
than they start calling up police
Nice try.
You can never trick me off the streets

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