| I’m like a quarterback, hand it off
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| Drop the work in the pot, watch it cannonball
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| I done seen 'em ball, I done seen 'em fall
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| Rest in peace to my nigga, you da realest, dawg
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| You da realest, dawg, you da realest, dawg
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| You the realest, ain’t no gimmicks, I got illness
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| If this rap game is my building, I got tenants, I got tenants
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| I got «gettin' it"in my spirit
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| I’m winning to the end, and I just made me some millions
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| And this only the beginning
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| Rest in peace to all my niggas, they died while they was servin'
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| Rest in peace to all the soldiers that died in the service
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| I died in her cervix
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| Chicken’s, no churches
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| Never seen a man cry 'til you seen a man die: closed curtain
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| Closed casket, blasted, breathe again, Braxton
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| Heart filled with passion, neck filled with mansions
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| Nonchalant and sarcastic, my bank roll gigantic
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| School of hard knocks
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| I am the man on this campus
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| I can’t explain it, how I’m getting to the payments
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| Rest in peace to my nigga, God bless all his babies
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| And he gettin' so much money, I know this shit sound crazy
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| But he coulda retired and he was born in the 80's
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| And my hair look I’m from Haiti
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| Haters say I act funny
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| I’m on my baby, I’m about my cash money
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| I’m tryna get meals like I’m past hungry
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| Got two or three «Rest In Peace"tats on me
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| What’s really real? |
| Just left the dealership
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| Pull your girl off my car, that’s that whip appeal
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| I’m 'bout to milk the game if a mil
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| Hit the girl with my two’s, Benedryl |