| Still paying dues dropped, so I relapsed wit some new shit,
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| Got your crew sick,
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| OD on these cruel hits.
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| Humble nigga, but believe I get rude quick,
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| Wit the music imma a beast,
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| Fuck what you think
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| On these mics baby boy got a full clip,
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| Double barrel, buck shells when this fool spit.
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| Got a wife and three kids, so my grinds thick,
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| So dead prez only cats that I’m cool wit.
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| Cause the mighty dollar,
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| Brings the mighty power,
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| To make some niggaz sour,
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| Cause your doing what some are proud of.
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| nay Sayers and doubters,
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| Homie I ain’t worried about em,
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| I already set the bait, soon enough they will follow.
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| Yup,
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| I ain’t stopping homeboy I got shit to do,
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| I’ve been rappin for a minute still these niggaz don’t get the clue,
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| Fuck waiting on these niggaz, imma go ahead and make my move,
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| Keep winnin on these suckers,
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| Turning blue waiting for me to loose.
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| Go ahead and chase ho’s,
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| Imma run towards the pesos,
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| Got shit on my credit that I gotta pay off.
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| Money never sleeps, so I can’t take a day off,
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| Making history is all that came for, |
| I’m chasing mills, crazy deals to sign my name on
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| And Bring it back to the city and put my mans on.
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| I Work hard so the top is where I land on,
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| Blowing haze, you can call that gettin my cam ooooonnnnnn!!!
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| So they tellin me to put the rap down,
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| That’s like tellin G’s who ride to put their strap down,
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| That’s like tellin An addict shorty put the crack down,
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| I’m addicted to this shit I can’t stop now.
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| Me quit, how dat sound,
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| Never in a milli
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| what I’m dealing,
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| I’m fiending to make a killin.
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| Keep spittin
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| Till they tell me I’m one of the best who ever did it,
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| Keep giving flocka flame, playing rap like hunger games. |