| We gon' come up on and get it
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| Please don’t make us have to regulate
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| Please don’t make us have to regulate
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| Get it, get it, get it
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| I ain’t thinking bout them bitches
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| On the road to the riches
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| And I’m focused on my mission
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| I’m a ridah with ambition
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| I don’t talk, I just listen that’s the reason why I’m different
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| Always yes for my niggas ain’t no maybe or no if and
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| Niggas know that I let it go I ain’t with the riffing
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| I got dope if you shooting I got powder if you sniffing
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| Mix the sour with the piff and, you a coward if you snitching
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| Couple hours you’ll be missing, this is our tradition
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| I got bars I got hooks, be with stars be with crooks
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| I buy watches and cars and I read a lot of books
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| I could sell damn near anything I never did a jux
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| And it’s born alone die alone I was never shook, nah
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| Work and play is something that I seperate
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| And when its cash time, I ain’t never late
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| Hah, that’s cause I’m tryna be forever straight
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| Come to the hood check out how I regulate
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| Please don’t make us have to regulate
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| Please don’t make us have to regulate
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| Get it, get it, get it
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| Please don’t make us have to regulate
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| Please don’t make us have to regulate
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| Get it, get it, get it
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| Murder through the stereo, representing the bricks
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| Called my name in the game years ago, rappers dead in the mix
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| Bet it all that I knock my target down, infrared on the hit
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| Competition laying with chalk around, getting bread on the flip
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| Shot from the bottom got off everywhere, gutta st&from the rip
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| Make me a zombie out the product, another s&le to sniff
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| Chasing these shots with a vanilla box, couple grams for the zip
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| Money showers by the block still rubber bands for the splits
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| Took my glory where the shorties ride, 57s, 45s
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| We don’t let your story slide, same corner that died
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| Bucket in my humble start, changed over to foreign drives
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| Born to rise, killing 'em, artists gon' have to draw me five
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| Authentic is all we buy, fakers sneaking hate in
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| Probably walking by, stop holding your problems and we could all collide
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| This in me I was forced to shine
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| Dope as all these niggas coming all combined
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| Multi-millions they should ever auction mine
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| Get it, get it
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| Please don’t make us have to regulate
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| Please don’t make us have to regulate
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| Get it, get it, get it
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| Please don’t make us have to regulate
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| Please don’t make us have to regulate
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| Get it, get it, get it
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| Ask about ya boy Yaowa
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| Flow been more than flawless
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| In the hood of florists moving all that flower
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| Sweet chicken off sour, pots boiling ice fluffing that powder
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| Go in their Johnson &Johnson come out Dwayne Johnson in a half hour
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| I chop it up watching Power
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| Rap money that accountant life, street money still amounting right
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| I don’t take losses for real, you hide in them Hills and my shooters on
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| mountain bikes
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| Me and new niggas don’t sound alike, I don’t make all of that trap shit
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| This is trap shit, only time you hear 808's when we come through to clap shit
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| Mwah, kiss of death lames disconnect if you disrespect
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| Boy I’ll hit the ref, hit the ref?
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| Yea foul play when I lift the tech
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| But I void drama and get the check
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| Fuck baby mammas and twist her neck
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| When you spit correct they spit correct
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| Favor for favor this shits the best
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| Boy please this is Ortiz they endorse me way across seas
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| From 4C on Fourth Street to the Four Seasons in the North East
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| To Australia with the Aussies, everything real I demonstrate
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| Get the record straight all my records straight
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| This irregular how I regulate
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| Get it, get it
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| Please don’t make us have to regulate
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| Please don’t make us have to regulate
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| Get it, get it, get it
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| Please don’t make us have to regulate
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| Please don’t make us have to regulate
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| Get it, get it, get it |