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Woah, I get rid of all the smoke like Ozium Shorty got that real jelly, yeah, petroleum Niggas actin' like my kids and they be older than him Can't believe they killed Skinny, I really growed up with him I'ma leave a lot of niggas covered in roses for him Spray the witness, I ain't leavin' no Jehovah for them Won a Grammy and I couldn't even show it to him Put my face inside a line up, niggas know that I'm him Anybody speakin' on my brothers got stepped on Pull up from the three like Stephen And the coupe bald-headed like the other Stephon Put my kids in private school so they could get they prep on Think my heart made out of Teflon What? What? Think my heart bulletproof You ain't got a mask, I can show you what a hoodie do Pull the string tight 'til your eyelids covered too I think they on the left, roll the window, hit the lights, boom Everybody wish they switched sides when we comin' through Everybody wish they was inside when we comin' through I pray that you ain't on the other side when we comin' through PTSD and I mean it