.[Verse 1: OG Maco]
Gun in my hand, I'm tryna think right
Should I send 'em a message and leave 'em messy
Warm bodies and cold nights
Ain't all goin' home, aight?
Goddamn it, tryna survive a famine
While stealin' a few bandanas
We can sleep when a nigga dead
Wh.
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