| I roll up 'till the cash come
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| I’m on my cool shit, new bitch, doper than my last one
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| Dope-doper than my last one
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| I got loud in by the bag more potent than the last one
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| I’ve been the latest fashion
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| I’ve been cold, but my new flow doper than my last one
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| Dope-doper than my last one, dope-doper than my last one
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| Dope-doper than my last one, dope-doper than my last one
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| War, spoiled, listen, all my props in order
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| Take me down, good with old green
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| He balling, pocket lawyer new town, now tally more cream
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| You’re a borderline performer nightmares
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| Mixed with my tall dreams
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| My songs ignite the corner, all I got is my word and my soul
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| My style a half man, convertible gold
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| Got bitches jumping off the vertical
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| Oh, thought I forgot?
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| You dissed me when I wasn’t hot
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| I guess you miss me now
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| Bitch, you see me, don’t flip your frown
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| The rich get richer, you skip the needy, they strip you down
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| Your name graffiti, go get my CD, I’ll lift the town
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| Now probably amazing, ain’t no winner promise
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| Generous summers lead the club with all the strippers on us
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| How can it be I made a pepper promise
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| My game a cannon, blow your chick Bahamas
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| And pet pajamas, time as real as it can get, don’t find us
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| You have official problems
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| An immediate response to all the shit you hollering
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| I roll up 'till the cash come
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| I’m on my cool shit, new bitch, doper than my last one
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| Dope-doper than my last one
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| I got loud in by the bag more potent than the last one
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| I’ve been the latest fashion
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| I’ve been cold, but my new flow doper than my last one
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| Dope-doper than my last one, dope-doper than my last one
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| Dope-doper than my last one, dope-doper than my last one
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| Player blood, freezing, keep my name out trophy season
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| Fuck is niggas thinking matching me up, won’t be even
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| And I sound like where I’m from, don’t gotta freeload off a region
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| I Deebo all the seasons, snakes and leaches only feeding
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| Speeding 'till you crash and burn
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| Reckless in this white man’s world, no blacks concerned
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| This dose label reality
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| I’m on the prowl, but get too close taking your battery
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| Me and my power pen against the world won’t rattle me
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| You been clouded
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| Thought to gossip me, ain’t care about it
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| I believe the game’ll switch to make emcees all fear the profit
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| Gotta do my own addiction in the V inhaling chocolate
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| Fit the sickest flow description, clips are hard narcotic
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| Money standing by the hobbit
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| We managed, ran back out of product
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| The hottest topic, killing shit, don’t know how to stop it
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| Deposit, you ho for chromo, you a Bozo really
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| Gun sign in your photo like you gon' go nilly
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| I roll up 'till the cash come
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| I’m on my cool shit, new bitch, doper than my last one
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| Dope-doper than my last one
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| I got loud in by the bag more potent than the last one
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| I’ve been the latest fashion
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| I’ve been cold, but my new flow doper than my last one
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| Dope-doper than my last one, dope-doper than my last one
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| Dope-doper than my last one, dope-doper than my last one
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| Dope-doper than my last one, dope-doper than my last one
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| Dope-doper than my last one, dope-doper than my last one |