| Jarvis
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| Niggas ain’t down, they weird
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| Going, I’m going like Tony
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| Time is ticking, ayy
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| T-time is ticking, money
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| Gotta stack my bread til' Sunday
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| Gotta move right, bitches bummy (uh)
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| Last bitch said I’m pussy, fronting
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| Talking that bag, run it
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| Ain’t shit in my past funny
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| I turned nothing into something, we outside you bluffing (let's go!)
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| Leak shit, ain’t with it
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| You sneak diss us, we spinning
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| Spent two many racks in Lennox
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| Popped me a pill, I’m geeked, I’m itching
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| Two fifties, titties, ain’t met a nigga fit it
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| Pull up, Maybach, windows tinted
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| I’m forever gang and winning
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| Bro sentenced, they pinned him, he locked up, penitentiary
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| His son, getting a lil bigger, heart real heavy
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| I don’t show no feelings (uh-uh)
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| That mula, I need it (uh-huh)
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| Gotta bag this year, I’m greedy (uh-huh)
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| Glock nine, hollows feed it (boom! boom!)
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| His new bitch, she wanna be me (bitch)
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| I remember way back, my auntie selling crack (gang)
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| Them junkies in the back, trap-house with them mice and rats
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| Don’t ask me shit, don’t do that
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| These niggas running through that
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| They asking how you do that?
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| I’m from where they die and cool at
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| What happened to keeping it real?
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| These niggas ain’t down, they weird
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| Don’t cry no more, no tears
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| Just ran down on a bitch in the hills (on gang)
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| What happened? |
| Bitch who phony?
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| If I go, then I’m going like Tony
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| Don’t speak, cause niggas don’t know me
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| Money fetish, fucking on me
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| T-time is ticking
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| Gotta stack my bread til' Sunday
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| Gotta move right, bitches bummy
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| Last bitch said I’m pussy, fronting
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| Talking that bag, run it
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| Ain’t shit in my past funny (uh, uh)
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| I turned nothing into something, we outside you bluffing (let's go!)
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| Leak shit, ain’t with it
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| You sneak diss us, we spinning
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| Spent two many racks at Lennox
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| Popped me a pill, I’m geeked, I’m itching
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| Two fifties, titties, ain’t met a nigga fit it
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| Pull up, Maybach, windows tinted
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| I’m forever gang and winning (on gang!)
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| Applying, focused on my grind
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| Ain’t no nigga steal my shine, it will leave you blind
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| If I’m going, I’m going like Tony, go! |