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[Intro]
Yeah, this that treacherous nights, Killadelphia type shit
Hold your Thirty tight, when you go to sleep

[Pre-Chorus]
All we know is gun violence (Gun violence)
Go to jail, come back and now your son wildin' (He wildin')
Got a price all on his head, don't give a fuck 'bout it (He don't give a fuck)
Sittin' on the couch with his grandmamas, smelling like gun powder (Fuck that shit)

[Chorus]
Yee, Yee, all we know is gun violence (That's all we know)
He just smoked a n***a broad day, ain't give a fuck 'bout it (Hrr)
Now it's murder gone to his head, he gettin' a rush 'bout it (He get a rush)