| Where should I begin? |
| I came here to win
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| Again and again, ain’t nothin' risked
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| Me and my friends makin' these M’s
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| Pull up in a Benz, huh, killin' ya, killin' ya
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| Bitch, I’m lit, can’t tell me «Stop»
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| All these haters try to knock
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| Got that Yola and Reebok
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| Kicked through the door, I bust the lock
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| Livin' legend like Detox
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| This that Linkin Park, we rock
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| We 'bout to spark, never stop
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| Westbrook nigga, feel these shots, yeah
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| Ooh, bitch I might shoot straight out the roof
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| My team we breakin' the rules
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| Uh, I put the work like I clock in
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| Your bitch on my line, if I breathe it’s a pool
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| That bitch all on me like Velcro
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| Flex when I stunt like a elbow
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| Back to back, I flow like headerback
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| They love the hate, see it all through the telescope
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| I can’t relate, mindin' my ways
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| I know that money is time
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| My niggas suit up like it’s prime
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| Get the bag only, that is the prime
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| Objective, bitch, respected
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| Stay one hundred like on a Big Dipper
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| Object, see consequences
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| Bury bone in your bitch, I might hit her, ooh
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| Where should I begin? |
| I came here to win
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| Again and again, ain’t nothin' risked
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| Me and my friends makin' these M’s
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| Pull up in a Benz, huh, killin' ya, killin' ya
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| Bitch, I’m lit, can’t tell me «Stop»
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| All these haters try to knock
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| Got that Yola and Reebok
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| Kicked through the door, I bust the lock
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| Livin' legend like Detox
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| This that Linkin Park, we rock
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| We 'bout to spark, never stop
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| Westbrook nigga, feel these shots, yeah
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| I made a mil at 21
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| Then doubled up at 22
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| My niggas got plenty guns
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| If I point them out, they gon' shoot (Uh)
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| Doin' donuts in the coupe
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| Youngest nigga on the loose
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| I deserve it, I do
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| Did 10,000 in the stu' (Facts)
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| Ain’t talkin' bands, I’m talkin' hours
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| 'Cause I need the money and the power
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| No respect level on the dials
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| Yeah, sit 'em down, stick a crown on
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| Fuck being humble, let your nuts hang
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| I’m ready to run, my nigga, come bang
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| Middle fingers out the Mustang
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| I’m ridin' round like I’m Bruce Wayne
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| Hundred racks in my safe
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| Try to run in my place
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| Catch shots in the face
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| And I bet I beat the case, yeah
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| I can show you real gang stuff
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| This shit rockin', no chase up
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| Couple mill' in my base yeah
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| Where should I begin? |
| (Where should I begin?)
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| I came here to win (I came here to win)
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| Again and again (Again and again)
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| Ain’t nothin' risked
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| Me and my friends makin' these M’s (Shakin' these bands)
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| Pull up in a Benz, huh, killin' ya, killin' y
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| Where should I begin?
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| I came here to win
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| Again and again
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| Ain’t nothin' risked (Yo')
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| Me and my friends makin' these M’s (Yah)
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| Pull up in a Benz, huh, killin' ya, killin' ya
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| Killin' em, nigga, I’m killin' 'em
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| Since keepin' been blowin' with Gilligan, I was killin' 'em
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| Straight Kendall Gillingham
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| And here it begins, countin' my wins, a thousand and ten of 'em
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| Niggas is mice, I’ma make men of 'em
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| Niggas is nice, word to your woman friend
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| I’m tryna get it in, you know how it go
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| I put her on to my bro’s
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| You a rest-haven for hoes
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| But these highs weigh out the lows
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| So I’m smokin' all alone, in my zone
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| I swear I be killin' 'em
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| Buffalo Billin' 'em just like a poacher
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| Lean off the Addy just like I’m supposed to
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| Young nigga just doin' the most
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| Most, most, most, most, most, most, most, most |