| Feds steady knockin' at my door again
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| Murda on tha beat so it’s not nice
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| Who is that?
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| Relax, relax, relax, relax, uhh
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| Guess who came with that bag, guess who came in that Jag
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| Guess who came to the club, just to fuck it up, make a hater mad
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| Guess who came in that Benz, but he leavin' in the Wraith
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| Guess who kept it one K, guess who never lost faith
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| If there’s a will, there’s a way, count a mill, say good grace
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| I can see it in your face, I can tell you’re a snake
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| Gucci, Gucci on my collar, make a new deposit when I’m at the bank
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| Used to whip in that Impala, now I got a dollar, ain’t nobody safe
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| Peek-a-boo, nigga, guess who
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| Legend what you’re standin' next to
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| They contemplatin' on my next move
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| They commentatin' on the flesh wound
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| Niggas sleepin' where the bedroom
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| My number two’ll put some lead through 'em
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| Ready rumble, I will never fumble
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| I’ve been in the jungle like I’m Rambo
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| Guess who came what’s on payback
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| Guess who slide in that Maybach
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| Guess who don’t be in their feelings
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| Only for the fittest, shredded, nigga eight pack
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| Pull it up, pull it up, roll it up, light it up
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| I gotta tighten up, shine on 'em, tell 'em lighten up
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| 'Bout that action like I’m Shia LaBeouf
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| Why they tryna cage a lion up?
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| All that plottin' and the shit they poppin'
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| They can never stop us it was not enough
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| City poppin' when the boy droppin'
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| Niggas kill that noise, they ain’t hot as us, yeah
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| SKR SKR, young nigga work (whoo)
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| Switch up the flow on the verse (Whoo)
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| Switch up the pan on the vert (Whoo)
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| Got it right outta the dirt
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| Hustlin' first to the first
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| These niggas might got amnesia
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| We never ever been equal
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| I do this here for my people
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| You probably work for them people
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| Guess who really know he got it
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| Ain’t no doubt about it, ten toes out it
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| Guess who walkin' in the party diamonds on me
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| I think I got them niggas watchin'
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| I dare a nigga try to stop me
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| I might just turn into Rocky
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| I might just turn into Papi
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| She tryna play with the cock-y
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| Young and so full of finesse, young and so full of finesse
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| Smellin', I look like a check, haters are looking depressed
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| Blessings all over the boy, blessings all over the set
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| Young and so full of finesse, young and so full of finesse, woo
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| I’ve been told to go bad
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| Free smokin', no pass
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| Guess who took it independent
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| Takin' care of business, now I’m on the gas
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| Guess who back on their windpipe
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| Back to back what that Bent' like
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| Back to poppin' like Oxycontin
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| Got a track I’m knockin' after midnight
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| Guess who grippin' that flavor
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| Talkin' beef and get cater
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| Mention me, you get major
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| I fucked her once and you paid her
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| I let it loose, what you savin'
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| I’m in the coupe, I’m crusadin'
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| You better come get your lady
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| She been on my dick now lately
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| Guess who came with that bag, guess who came in that Jag
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| Guess who came to the club, just to fuck it up, make a hater mad
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| Guess who came in that Benz, but he leavin' in the Wraith
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| Guess who kept it one K, guess who never lost faith
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| If there’s a will, there’s a way, count a mill, say good grace
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| I can see it in your face, I can tell you’re a snake
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| Gucci, Gucci on my collar, make a new deposit when I’m at the bank
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| Used to whip in that Impala, now I got a dollar, ain’t nobody safe
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| Relax, relax, relax, relax
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| Murda on tha beat so it’s not nice |