Hook: 46201 317 x4

Verse 1: 46201 317. Im worried bout all my dogs cuz not all my dogs can go to heaven. I'm worried bout all a' yall cuz not all a' yall should be sellin'. But i know you gotta get in where you fit in so who am I tellin'? Im talkin' bout dirty business now 30 bitches gone' tell it. I'm talking 'bout white gowns took a white clown to unveil it. I'm talkin. bout street cracks I repeat back when I feel it. I'm talking 'bout deep tracks you repeat back when I kill it.

Bridge: Telling you anything that im gone' do
Everything that i've gone through
Everything I put on you and thats everything I think John do. x2

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46201 317. I bet you'll do anything here all you need is a comfortable settin'. I know where I come from, but don't know where im headin'. I was at bar 52 when i used a pool cue as a weapon. I'm talkin' bout cash cab down to mass ave to get faded. I'm talkin' bout last call this my last straw with this lady. You know that i've said worse. I go head first Walter Peyton. Not known to strike out when i strike up conversation.

Bridge: Telling you anything that im gone' do
Everything that i've gone through
Everything I put on you and thats everything I think John do. x2

Verse 3 (Grey Granite): Muh fuckas keep hollerin' at me talking this and that. They say they done made it. I'm like that's cool but I really dont care i'm at the bar getting faded. Hated by so many I can't care. Look for me I ain't there. Lookin' for a blank check but in the end all a nigga really got was a fuckin' blank stare. In the mirror blowing smoke. Why are you here? Area code, future unclear. Then we switch that bitch into ghost gun gear, switch that bitch into ghost gun gear. Oooooh, It was such a cold winter, soldier. And these hittas got that heat they shoulda' told ya. Location unknown. Crept in mind blown. Rich in the Blood home grown. John Stamps 'll give them extra game. I said all dogs can't go to heaven, cuz all dogs aint the same. Shame. Game.

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