| Yea…
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| Don’t never let these niggas try to play u out position man…
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| Uhh…
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| Don’t never let them niggas try to play you off the streets you know…
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| Just gotta keep hustling, you gonna persevere through it all…
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| Real niggas can relate to that… we get inspired… we get motivated…
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| Them other niggas always gonna hate… fuck em!
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| I got this Rollie on my wrist and I wear it just to shine/
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| They said I couldn’t do it, but I did it on my time/
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| Got it from the grind, started from the bottom/
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| How the fuck they gonna hate, real niggas gone' relate/
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| Always knew I’d be great, in and out of states/
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| New Benz, paper plates… shout out to the dealers/
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| These new rappers is fiends, shout out to the dealers/
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| I’m nothing like these boys, cuz I’m realer/
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| I swear to God, I’m hearing all the whispering, tell them niggas speak up/
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| I bet you that energy ain’t the same when we meet up/
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| That’s why I got my feet up/
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| New crib, put the heat up/
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| I promise you that thing still in an arms reach/
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| For the day a coward breach, Try to play me like I’m sweat/
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| Cuz I’m young, fly, witty, and handsome/
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| That nine gonna speak to him, them hollows creep through ‘em/
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| Ain’t nobody ‘round here paying no ransom/
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| It ain’t about how many times you get knocked down…
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| It’s how many times you get back up and keep pushing…
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| We resilient… huh… (Brooklyn!)
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| A true hustler gonna find a way to eat no matter what (Haa!)
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| Nobody can stop what we got going on… (you niggas know the vibes)
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| (Whoa. woo woo woo whoa!)
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| A nickel bag sold, I want in or don’t hug the block/
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| Go ‘head think I’m playing, fuck around get ur mother shot/
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| I don’t trust broke niggas, them niggas always plotting/
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| Hating and scheming on a nigga that got shit popping/
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| Run up on me, catch a head shot from the Desert Eagle/
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| You Got to show me your tough, cuz telling me I might not believe you/
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| U never met a rapper nigga like me before/
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| Them rappers you been around is the real life CB4/
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| You couldn’t survive in no jail cuz you not built/
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| I can see you telling police about niggas your man killed/
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| Just to avoid doing 5 years, you would snitch/
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| You can’t fight, I’m not surprised, I knew you was a bitch/
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| Niggas like you would get they whole gang locked up/
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| Niggas tuck their jewelry like I’m Deebo when I pop up/
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| Started from the bottom, now I’m up nigga shit changed/
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| I’m on the top floor ain’t gotta sell no more cocaine/
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| Yea…
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| Whats understood don’t got to be explained…
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| Uhh…
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| If it’s a will, we gonna make a way…
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| Yup…
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| Can’t stop the unstoppable…
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| GMG, NewBreed…
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| Uhh (Whoa!) |