| You know Wild-Boy Ace made it
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| Sho', sho', sho'
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| Kush
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| Yo, I started from the flats, nigga
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| Giving out some straps to some tapped niggas
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| Any violation, let it slap, nigga
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| Goon to a trap nigga
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| Circle in, I’m flying out these packs, nigga
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| I only watch myself, not a thot, nigga
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| I trap, get my stack bigger
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| Run up on the plug, I need the stuff quicker
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| Never watch karma, I’m a tough hitter
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| Pray, I done nuff sinner
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| Baked off my brain like I’m stuck in a maze
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| Ain’t do this shit for fame, I do it all for a change
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| Broadwater Farmer
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| I learnt to tap triggers and slap niggas
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| I wrote out niggas
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| Growing up, I only tried to make my stack bigger
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| Don’t remember 'bout giving a fuck 'bout being that nigga (Nah)
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| But I’m still that anyway
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| My man was bad but back in the day
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| He a grandad now, I put my strap in his face
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| If I’m feeling a way, I give a fuck about your old ways
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| I’m banging and slapping |