| Ready or not, here I am
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| Need the exotic, and I don’t give a damn
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| Young nigga just poke, mother*ckers the spam
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| Don’t f*ck with you niggas, only rap with my mens
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| I was raised big ballin, big stack
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| Bitches holdin on them corner straight ballin'
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| Puffin' them bottles got bitchs hittin' them hot nose
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| Hittin' them holla and that’s what we call get droll
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| Hard core life and ghost same hood, different coast
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| Shot coast and nose mother f*cker mislead you
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| They say man eat but flip like an evil
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| Part of my life my sequel, so I say f*ck you mother*ckers
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| But eyes on the prise, I was born the winner
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| That’s why they despise, I ain’t never been to follow
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| I always been illegal, that’s why I copped them
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| You see that
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| Hook:
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| We all in this forever man, how you like to grab em
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| And this just sound good, but don’t you need to keep together
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| We all in this forever man, how you like to grab em
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| And this just sound good, when you. |
| keep together
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| We rolling right, right, and we rollin' right right right
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| We getting right right, so we hittin’right right
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| Come on!
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| Niggas lovin' when I climb in the boof, yeah
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| Give your project that extra boose
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| If you need that extra juice, flow so sweet the kay you.
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| Some call it swag, I call it styles
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| Like the morrows space, in the. |
| crowd
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| No try to impress, Louie 13 bottles
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| I drink Muscatel when bad the same model
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| Chill, cause I ain’t got time for that
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| Just sittin at the ball, wife you on my left
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| I didn’t deal what I came to do so that
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| All I ever wanted to do is outshine the sun
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| Walk on water and tryin to do wine,. |
| I make the shit go blind
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| I pray the niddle walk the fine line
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| Between stay irrelevant, stay lost in time
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| Hook:
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| We all in this forever man, how you like to grab em
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| And this just sound good, but don’t you need to keep together
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| We all in this forever man, how you like to grab em
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| And this just sound good, when you. |
| keep together
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| We rolling right, right, and we rollin' right right right
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| We getting right right, so we hittin’right right
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| Word up
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| My man. |
| inside your pain |