| Trust, Huh?
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| Know I mean?
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| Samples of Raw, Samples of Raw Nigga
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| Huh?
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| Let’s Go
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| Ugh!
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| Right
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| Ayo
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| You know I stay with big pockets
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| Made big profits
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| Ain’t ah strange to cop’n mercedez and watches
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| And I still hate to hear lazy bitch gossip
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| Oh
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| Ya nigga broke? |
| Then ya relationship toxic
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| When you ship boxes
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| It’s ah strenuous process
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| Used to eat loses
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| Now they harder to digest
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| This for the sneak thieves and robbers
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| I un’leave my bricks in the house by theyself like they toddlers
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| What’s popping nigga?
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| Oh you came here to talk?
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| Or you cop’n nigga?
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| Tell me how much you bought, huh
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| I got something that would stop ya heart
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| Tear ya block apart
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| Just left the plug house with ah shopping cart
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| Could care less if it’s hot and dark
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| My workers outside all the time
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| Just drive through stop and park
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| I sold rocks took alotta shorts
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| Off bags
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| Made my 1st thousand cash off my Momma porch
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| We popping corks from the Ace-of-Spade
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| Wit ah hundred killers
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| That’s enough hair-triggers to make ah braid
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| Nigga I came up making plays
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| The way I played the strip
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| You would think I haven’t ate in days
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| I was locked up taking trays
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| Now we breaking K’s and we paid
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| The seats of the Wraith is suede
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| I’m the type nigga, ain’t afraid
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| I threw so many bricks outside
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| I could’ve made ah cave
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| But instead I made ah grave
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| Putting money on niggas heads
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| That old bread that ain’t paid
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| I made money
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| Ain’t save
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| Reinvested what I made
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| Now it’s coming in from 8 ways
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| Need plenty more
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| I feed plenty poor people
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| Threw something to me? |
| and start a mini-war
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| To the niggas that wanna send me off
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| I’m in a loft, top floor
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| Across the street from city hall
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| Trust! |