[Verse 1: Bas]They putting prices on heads, silver or leadI pray the scores settle 'fore the devil notice you deadGot me smoking the potent, my eyes open and Otis, they redThoughts of my eye roam and words that I hoped I had saidThat aunty sippin on, we missin yaEven tho you gone, your thought alone can lift us upThis is usGot some niggas that never call me unless they need something,But I
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