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Niggas ain't killers, don't run for their niggas
We comin' straight out of the dark, dark
Niggas ain't killers, don't run for their niggas
We comin' straight out of the dark, dark
Niggas ain't killers, don't run for their niggas
We comin' straight out of the dark, dark
Niggas ain't killers, don't run for their niggas
We comin' straight out of the dark, dark

The one pullin' all them robberies
The boy who's born from wcarecrow
Came up from the slums, Walkin' product of the ghetto
I can't feel my face but feelin' great as the vice goes
Round and round and pound for pound
Life goin' in a circle
From the grams to Instagram mainstream the six
Them boys can hate I got their fate, suck on my dick
AKs all around me, want to die? Pick out a stick
Grave been dug, load up a slug
Lay him to rest up in a ditch

Niggas ain't killers, don't run for their niggas
We comin' straight out of the dark, dark
Niggas ain't killers, don't run for their niggas
We comin' straight out of the dark, dark (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Southside shorty
Outside early mornin'
Not a knock empty out the Glock
Dot in front the .40
Turnin' you into a pourin' 40
Or I'll come back when you're poor and forty
Take it how you want it, take it as a warnin'
Don't ever ignore me (nah)
Hide behind the door
Me and the fellas bring the storm
We'll keep it comin' (we'll keep it comin')
Mixin' up milligrams with millimeters
Nine in the chamber
Got thirty inside the heater
Bloody nose I smell the reaper
Smoke surrounds my steps
I'm either chokin' on breath or reefer
Coughin' 'til my death, I'm eager
Leavin' all my fans as grievers

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Writer(s): Aristos Petrou, Scott Arceneaux