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  • The more I look at her, the more I look it here
    The streets are kinda crazy like damn, I gots to be more careful
    It’s ugly out here mane.

    These ****** out here talkin’, these *****es ain’t no good
    I’m strapped up and I’m on one and wishin’ it go wood
    I’m ridin’ ’round in my big thang, still up in my hood
    I’m ridin’ ’round with that big thang cause ****** ain’t no good

    I’ve got to be, got to be, got to be more careful
    I’ve got to be, got to be, go-got to be more careful
    I’ve got to be, got to be, got to be more careful
    I’ve got to be, got to be, go-got to be more careful

    Like Scarface, who can I trust?
    Bonfire, this only us
    I’m outchea, I gotta have it
    Paper chasin’, I gotta grab it
    Money talks, I don’t talk about it
    Take the loss, be a boss about it
    Catch me slippin’, I really doubt it
    I don’t leave my house without it
    My masterpiece, bad about it
    Jealous *****, that’s old ****
    Laugh about, cop more whips
    And hustle hard, get more chips
    I got to be more careful, these ****** out here feds
    I got to be more careful, go read what he said
    It changed out here and all my silent ****** are gone
    Somehow, somewhere, all the **** that went wrong
    I never thought that it’d get to this
    All these ******, all snitchin’ in
    If it’s too hot to handle it
    Then stay on out and I’m catchin’ in

    These ****** out here talkin’, these *****es ain’t no good
    I’m strapped up and I’m on one and wishin’ it go wood
    I’m ridin’ ’round in my big thang, still up in my hood
    I’m ridin’ ’round with that big thang cause ****** ain’t no good

    I’ve got to be, got to be, got to be more careful
    I’ve got to be, got to be, go-got to be more careful
    I’ve got to be, got to be, got to be more careful
    I’ve got to be, got to be, go-got to be more careful

    They slip outchea, Deba
    Got to be more careful
    Never leave the crib, never leave my home
    Without my street instrument, my baritone
    Blat! This what I put aside
    Polite on the sucker, leave his face in his lap
    I get it play the game of death, they don’t play fair
    Gotta pack up 30 dig and always stay prepared
    I got some Girl Scout cookies and some Jackie
    A badass ***** with a short hair
    Tatiana Ali but, blowin’ all up in my Ruprecon truck
    Should I say G? Talk is cheap
    Skatin’ through the streets your tremendous ass be
    My money kinda tall but I don’t play ball
    Actin’ all the pictures nick the paint off the wall
    Wutchu need? Problem you havin’ mane?
    I’m like the concierge, I can get you anything
    My heart that pump, get my heart pumped, propane
    I’ve always been a factor, I ain’t never gonna lame
    Got a couple crash dummies that will wrap you like a mummy
    Push you in the graveyard where it’s dark, got Sunny
    Do it for a friend but I ain’t gotta give him money
    Slap you with the kid and they’ll do anything for me

    These ****** out here talkin’, these *****es ain’t no good
    I’m strapped up and I’m on one and wishin’ it go wood
    I’m ridin’ ’round in my big thang, still up in my hood
    I’m ridin’ ’round with that big thang cause ****** ain’t no good

    I’ve got to be, got to be, got to be more careful
    I’ve got to be, got to be, go-got to be more careful
    I’ve got to be, got to be, got to be more careful
    I’ve got to be, got to be, go-got to be more careful
  • The more I look at her, the more I look it here
    The streets are kinda crazy like damn, I gots to be more careful
    It’s ugly out here mane.

    These ****** out here talkin’, these *****es ain’t no good
    I’m strapped up and I’m on one and wishin’ it go wood
    I’m ridin’ ’round in my big thang, still up in my hood
    I’m ridin’ ’round with that big thang cause ****** ain’t no good

    I’ve got to be, got to be, got to be more careful
    I’ve got to be, got to be, go-got to be more careful
    I’ve got to be, got to be, got to be more careful
    I’ve got to be, got to be, go-got to be more careful

    Like Scarface, who can I trust?
    Bonfire, this only us
    I’m outchea, I gotta have it
    Paper chasin’, I gotta grab it
    Money talks, I don’t talk about it
    Take the loss, be a boss about it
    Catch me slippin’, I really doubt it
    I don’t leave my house without it
    My masterpiece, bad about it
    Jealous *****, that’s old ****
    Laugh about, cop more whips
    And hustle hard, get more chips
    I got to be more careful, these ****** out here feds
    I got to be more careful, go read what he said
    It changed out here and all my silent ****** are gone
    Somehow, somewhere, all the **** that went wrong
    I never thought that it’d get to this
    All these ******, all snitchin’ in
    If it’s too hot to handle it
    Then stay on out and I’m catchin’ in

    These ****** out here talkin’, these *****es ain’t no good
    I’m strapped up and I’m on one and wishin’ it go wood
    I’m ridin’ ’round in my big thang, still up in my hood
    I’m ridin’ ’round with that big thang cause ****** ain’t no good

    I’ve got to be, got to be, got to be more careful
    I’ve got to be, got to be, go-got to be more careful
    I’ve got to be, got to be, got to be more careful
    I’ve got to be, got to be, go-got to be more careful

    They slip outchea, Deba
    Got to be more careful
    Never leave the crib, never leave my home
    Without my street instrument, my baritone
    Blat! This what I put aside
    Polite on the sucker, leave his face in his lap
    I get it play the game of death, they don’t play fair
    Gotta pack up 30 dig and always stay prepared
    I got some Girl Scout cookies and some Jackie
    A badass ***** with a short hair
    Tatiana Ali but, blowin’ all up in my Ruprecon truck
    Should I say G? Talk is cheap
    Skatin’ through the streets your tremendous ass be
    My money kinda tall but I don’t play ball
    Actin’ all the pictures nick the paint off the wall
    Wutchu need? Problem you havin’ mane?
    I’m like the concierge, I can get you anything
    My heart that pump, get my heart pumped, propane
    I’ve always been a factor, I ain’t never gonna lame
    Got a couple crash dummies that will wrap you like a mummy
    Push you in the graveyard where it’s dark, got Sunny
    Do it for a friend but I ain’t gotta give him money
    Slap you with the kid and they’ll do anything for me

    These ****** out here talkin’, these *****es ain’t no good
    I’m strapped up and I’m on one and wishin’ it go wood
    I’m ridin’ ’round in my big thang, still up in my hood
    I’m ridin’ ’round with that big thang cause ****** ain’t no good

    I’ve got to be, got to be, got to be more careful
    I’ve got to be, got to be, go-got to be more careful
    I’ve got to be, got to be, got to be more careful
    I’ve got to be, got to be, go-got to be more careful