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Why do you keep saying you’re ready to die?

I Margiela my bitch, sha
I Margiela my bitch, I Margiela my kicks
I’m outside with the stick, get fresh and I throw me a fit
Get fresh and I throw me a fit, big-ass fire, I don’t wanna hit
Niggas hate, they never on shit, can’t nobody say I’m a hoe
I put CDG all on my hoe, I put Chrome Hearts all on my toe
I put CDG all on my dick, I put Double C all on the floor
I don’t fuck with no fan hoes, I was broke but not no more
In the hood but not no more, I won’t go, I promise I won’t, sha, sha

I count check, check, sha, bitch, I’ma die for my set
Bullets gon’ hit that boy flesh, I told the gang I’m coming correct
Nigga, play, he get wet like a bitch, on God, I’ma die for my set
I told the bitch, be cool with your head
Count up dead friends, I got dead friends
They need to free Lil Lamb out the can, long live Shark, yeah, that be my mans
I came up out the dirt, out the sand, I seen an opportunity, I ran
I got big-ass fire like Iran, I got big-ass fire in my pants
You is a dub, nigga, not my twin

I Margiela my bitch, I Margiela my kicks
I’m outside with the stick, get fresh and I throw me a fit
Get fresh and I throw me a fit, big-ass fire, I don’t wanna hit
Niggas hate, they never on shit, can’t nobody say I’m a hoe
I put CDG all on my hoe, I put Chrome Hearts all on my toe
I put CDG all on my dick, I put Double C all on the floor
I don’t fuck with no fan hoes, I was broke but not no more
In the hood but not no more

Why do you keep saying you’re ready to die?