| I ain’t nothin,' but seventeen years old
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| Want to fullfill my dream have a million records sold
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| But niggas hatin on me everyday and that’s cold
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| I keep my four-four and I ain’t gon' let it go
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| My money can’t fold no more it’s in stacks
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| My nose is close now I see that ain’t where it’s at
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| My hoes done elevated I’m on another level
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| My wrist done elevated to rolex with the bezel
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| I’m young but bout nice things off top
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| Don’t fuck wit' what I worked hard for cause I’ll hit yo' block
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| I ride in big bodies
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| I sleep in big beds
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| Always wear boks (reeboks) and bauds always gon' bust a head
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| I’m a well-known lil' nigga
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| On my cell phone talkin' bout six figures
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| You get yo' dome bust on in a split second
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| Cause I’m gonna keep my rep as a livin' legend, a livin legend
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| What make niggas think they fuck wit raps I spit
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| What make 'em think they can touch beats from Fresh I get
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| What make 'em think they can compete with this hot boy clique
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| This haterism goin on and the world makin me sick
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| I’ma top notch baller all bout' my cheese
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| I’m the one got yo' bitch and her girls talkin bout me
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| B.G. |
| name rating like a thompson fall
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| Cruisin in my truck on the lake bazookas crumpin, dog
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| Fresh behind me in the burb twenties blind y’all
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| Niggas that broke lookin for hustle so they ridin fall
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| But I got my pistol for the busters got they eye on my gucci
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| Man I refuse to let these jackers gain a stripe off lil' duga
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| Since twelve I been thuggin keep a frog in my mouth
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| I had a dream off top but this rap game no doubt
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| Don’t get mad you ask yo' boo who the man and she confesson
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| 'Dat 'Dat lil' nigga off VL is a living legend
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| I know with my skills I’ll rule the south
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| Out bitch niggas mouth I’m sh-shoot about
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| Niggas don’t even know me want to leave BGeezy smellin
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| It ain’t my fault my tape stopped yo' shit from selling
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| I’m tellin you fuck wit' me you’ll learn yo' lesson
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| I’m tellin you I’m all about dome checking
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| I’m like the eclipse close yo' eye’s I’ll blind ya
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| Quick to out shine ya
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| Part of the Big Tmer$
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| It ain’t hard to find ya if I wan' kill ya
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| Boy, you can’t hide these big heads will reveal ya
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| Me and my ch-chopper get near ya and spill ya
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| Bustin a head it’s something I always will do
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| I always get my chill on
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| And when I smile sparkle wit' my grill on
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| You get yo' dome bust on in a split second
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| Cause I’ma keep my rep as a livin legend, livin legend |