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[Intro]
(I got Hitman on the beat)
We screamin', "Murder" (Get out of my business or get hurt)
Tell that b*tch get out my business, f*ck 'em

[Verse]
One of forty-two, this all custom (This all)
Original deuce chain, just gave that to my brother, Val, I love you
My pendants custom, I miss you, this sh*t for nothin'
My issue with the state pen'
I know if Skeet could do it over, he'll take ten
I know Skeet could do it over, he throw that H still
My n*ggas caught so many bodies? I damn near can't chill
sh*t, it's war with whoever
I'm like Diesel in '02, I score on whoever
And I wish Dunk could see me now, doggie, I'm lockin' sh*t
A quarter mill' to gеt him our lawyer, let's lock it in
Ten million, all cash, what I want to drop again
My assеts good, new estate in the woods
Used to have pit bulls, I replaced 'em with wolves
No more chasin' this dream sh*t, now dreams chase me
Like I ain't sipped in a week, boo, I can't even eat
I done gave n*ggas songs, n*ggas gave up on me
Val, you hurt my soul, I don't believe it, come home
It's like I need you more than ever
And since you've been gone, baby, I'm leanin' more than ever, I tried to keep it together
I know Reece smilin' down on me
My phone number changed, it's hard to know my homies
A colder shoulder me, it's not the old me
And I still remember everything you told me
We pickin' up the Richards, puttin' down the Rollies
And no, I'm not the richest, but I'm not the police
I took it on the chin, I ain't have no co-de
Told all my n*ggas win, they all said, "Show me"
And from that point on, everything on me
[Chorus]
f*ck it, one of forty-two, this all custom
Original deuce chain, just gave that to my brother
Val, I love you, I need you, and I miss you, come see me
If he was still alive, I'll probably be somewhere with Reece
You and Rep followin' behind me in a demon
Gotti finna leave us, so if it's only us, it's for a reason
I ain't pickin' up, don't wanna kick it
Stayin' focused, runnin' up the chicken, Jazzy, what's the ticket?
Doggie, where the b*tches?
'Cause n*ggas ain't playin' with us now, bro, I don't get it
Told you I was finna shut it down and I meant it still, the turntest young n*ggas in the city
f*ck it, one of forty-two, this all custom
Original deuce chain, just gave that to my brother
Val, I love you, I need you, and I miss you, where Reece?
We was down, lost a couple rounds, but we still beat 'em
b*tch, we still undefeated, I'm the one and they see it
Nah, for real, n*ggas need us, lost some crack in the cleaners
Double back with the steamer, still got sh*t up in Zeamers
I don't owe 'em, it's sittin', tell that ho to get with me