| What up, Antt?
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| Never turn my back on my brother, in it together (Beatgang)
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| Forever
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| Down, ready, set
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| Don’t hit too low, know I need my legs
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| Don’t hit too low, know I need my
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| Down, ready, set
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| Don’t hit too low, know I need my legs
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| Coach, please sit him, young dog can’t catch
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| Send him to the bench, I done lost all respect, I’m gone
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| Long, throw it deep for me
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| This ain’t come from the league, I got Meech money
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| Take care of mines
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| Ridin' 'til the wheels don’t crash
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| And I’ll hit whoever long as we got past
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| Take it back to Pal, touchdown
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| Whoever thought I’d have a bustdown?
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| Still stickin' to the script, goin' deep
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| Still tryna take care of my people
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| Football ain’t all I know, that was all I chose
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| Back to the road for me
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| If I don’t provide, doggy, how we gon' eat?
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| Jab-step
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| Just let a young **** know, side-step
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| I’ll never leave my bro
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| Down, ready, set
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| Don’t hit too low, know I need my legs
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| Coach, please sit him, young dog can’t catch
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| Send him to the bench, I done lost all respect, I’m gone
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| Down, ready, set
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| Don’t hit too low, know I need my legs
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| Coach, please sit him, young dog can’t catch
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| Send him to the bench, I done lost all respect, I’m gone |