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I be throwing up gang signs
Don't even know what the shit mean
And wish a nigga do something

Out here all night
Blowing loud by the precinct
Police ain't gonna do nothing

Tru Troops We Rage
Tru Troops We Rage
Tru Troops We Rage
Tru Troops We Rage

Mosh pit with a room full of bitches
Hands on the wall
Tell that bitch!
Assume the position

Palms been itching, but I'm still broke
Back to the field
Back,back to the field
Gotta deal coke

Ya plug be fronting on the gram
But ain't got a gram, when you call'em
See that be the problem

Been Eating all night, I'm still starving
Nigga I'll take ya wallet

Never do business with a nigga that I don't know
Cause he might be po-po

Party up on the weekday, same shit on the weekend
But everyday we hustle

Catch this fade! I better paid!
You gone catch this fade! I BETTER GET PAID!

(Hook x4)
Rage Rage, What the f..ck you gon do?
Imma pull up, BANG BANG, on a mutha f..cker

Queens nigga with the long hair
Pull up on mr.pretty tony
Like I'm muthafuckin goldie

Keep the piece up in the Moncler
But I ain't no scammer
I'm talking bout that hammer

Every bitch I run through
Come to the muthafuckin city
And she run through my crew

Bitch I don't want you
Bitch I don't want you

Imma grown man
I get my grown man on
No handouts
I got my own damn arms

She don't wanna f..ck
I used my left hand palm
Or call up a freak, that's ready to get it onnnnnnn

Lifestyles of the rich, get it dolo
Everything designer , but a nigga wear no logo

No I never had anything that I want, so imma stick you up for everything I want

(Hook x4)
Rage Rage, What the f..ck you gon do?
Imma pull up, BANG BANG, on a mutha f..cker

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