| But still, if one of their men is so ferocious
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| Don’t worry about it
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| A disciple
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| I’m well aware my kung-fu is unbeatable
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| Brother, we’re trapped
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| That’s when my heart turned cold
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| I’m a product of the block
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| We used to cook the product in the pot
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| Add soda, turn the product into rock
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| It’s in my DNA, you see it started with my pops
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| In his heyday he probably put your father in a box
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| In my heyday, I probably put the product in my sock
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| Ain’t no vacay, the props become a problem when it’s hot
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| Mayday mayday, but no charge, I’m nutty with the bars
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| That’s a payday so bruh, this ain’t even a bar
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| This is AA, back up in the trunk with the AK
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| Each line pack a Fabolous punch, no diss to Ray J
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| Nah, see I don’t dab and I don’t nae nae
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| Got bottles coming out, warriors come out and play-ayy
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| Just know I’m Grade A, get a slice of bread
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| Okay, some hoods love me, some would like me dead
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| Okay, my goon’s hungry, his eyes is red
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| But he clumsy, go oops upside your head
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| We had 'dro and po', suckers
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| Range Rovers flood up the Rucker
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| Me, a thousand chains on, I got put on well up
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| Evergreen baggies, selling capsules, running in classrooms
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| Slick bastards get cream, yelling 'Cash rule!'
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| Smile like Pacquiao, but under the leather
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| Hold a MAC 1-O, pumpin' up in 1 Oak, the Grammy hour
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| Coke chemists taste the flow, it’s numb, needs copper rum
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| Blunting off the get back, salute me then one, I’m out
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| Off to the races, my blazers ain’t patient
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| They want to spray shit, get elephant blown for stalking Rae shit
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| Jammies carry nitrogen, light up a section like I’m on Vicodin
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| Fuck with the righteous men, and we fighting 'em
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, the rebels is here
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| Metals and gear, getting fried off the medical, that’s incredible
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| The flyest, the most notorious while they tapping those liars
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| Off niggas heads like papayas
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| Before I poly, Red lighting the Bob Marley
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| So I can cipher God bodies from the John Gotti’s
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| Everybody a boss, saying they time’s money
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| Women injections, leave 'em with odd bodies
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| Babies having babies, wearing Old Navy
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| Robbin' old ladies, that’s a product of no home training
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| I show you the ropes, I’m narrating Al Haymon
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| I told Lighty, if I hate him, I’ma violate him
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| I’m not a shooter but I know shooters
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| And if them shooters don’t shoot up, I’ll go suit up
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| Redman and the W, it’s televised
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| We ain’t them niggas, media telling hella lies (Fuck you!)
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| This a campfire of a vampire
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| I don’t sleep when hot beats through the amplifier
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| And every nigga got something to say
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| I’m like, 'Yeah okay, y’all corny anyway, Doc
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| People say
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| Love is just a energy
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| Dealing with the claim baby
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| (Oh baby)
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| My-my-my team hard, making 'em lean hard
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| You see more riders lined up than you’ll see at a theme park
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| My queen hot, making the scene pop, routine, akh
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| Online gangstas, I’m giving them screenshots
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| Hard writing lyrics to God, right?
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| Twisting the tale, sick as hell, Christian Bale from The Dark Knight
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| On sight, fogging your fog lights, your dog’s like
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| Swayze at the Road House, down for the bar fight
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| Like this, like an IG pic
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| Before the Seahawks' 24, Lord, I been on that beast shit
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| Pussy, you wack, something like a cheap trick
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| Mike in the Billie Jean vid, I got the streets lit
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| Shining star, find another, you gon' find it hard
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| Certain death, Deck’ll walk off with minor scars
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| Firing squad, defying the odds
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| And the flow solitary, just me behind the bars
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| Sparks up the bullet-proof, game face intensity
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| Applying ingenuity, Tec criminology
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| Sharp mathematically
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| Certified, recognized by every eye worldwide
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| Back to the streets of the do or die hustler
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| I understand politics, consistent, never quit, superstar, I write hits
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| Come have a listen y’all
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| Getting money, flipping it
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| Scripting it, record it, fans then applaud it
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| Ship a hundred mil', they bought and took a snort of it
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| Quotes like heroin coke mixed with dope
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| Have a overdose cardiac, Allah spin the beat back
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| Watch the magnetic attract 'em, club pack 'em
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| They stiff 'cause their wisdom was stripped when I’m attacking 'em
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| People say
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| Love is just a energy
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| Dealing with the claim baby
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| (Oh baby) |