| I went missing on a mission just perfecting the craft
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| I locked in with tunnel vision, they ain’t expect me to last
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| I put forty in each pocket and the rest in the bag
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| Too alert, it’s hard to snake me, leave you left in the grass
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| Pretty face, I’ll check the mileage
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| I don’t need a stylist
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| We was young and wilding
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| Broke and lost, shit I ain’t have a thousand
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| Then I started grindin', looked around, I ain’t see niggas ridin'
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| Shit I’m used to violence, gun smoke in the air like chronic
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| Two somethin' on the dash
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| Hit the pedal, this bitch quick as Sonic
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| Don’t jump in the water, it get deep, eat you like piranhas
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| We be catchin' boxes, bust 'em open, get it poppin'
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| Streets flooded but still gotta wait
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| Lost it to the game, feel the pain
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| Pills in the syrup
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| Racks with the seals like I ain’t got bills on the first
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| Me and my life for real
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| You might got the chills for a verse
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| I went missing on a mission just perfecting the craft
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| I locked in with tunnel vision, they ain’t expect me to last
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| I put forty in each pocket and the rest in the bag
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| Too alert, it’s hard to snake me, leave you left in the grass
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| Before the money, shit, I had it, still was blessed with the cash
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| Still was blessed with the knowledge
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| Lead the way, they gon' follow
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| Not a role model, I keep lean in my bottle
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| I had to leave these hoes alone 'cause niggas beefin' about 'em
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| Close my eyes, see Big Frank, shit I’m thinkin' about 'em
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| I appreciate it all, nigga, we from the bottom
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| Jump the gun and end it all before you think it’s a problem
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| It must be a full moon, I gotta frequently holla
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| In the hills, no location, made it out
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| Beat the odds, congratulations
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| Keep expensive rich wear, in the latest
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| Got two bitches on the balcony out in Vegas
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| And you know what they say, whatever happens, then it stays
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| Use fuck 'em then I cut, she just happy that I stayed
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| Workin' hard, chains, whips, you been actin' like a slave
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| Hustle hard, make it flip, before the rap, the crime paid me
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| I went missing on a mission just perfecting the craft
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| I locked in with tunnel vision, they ain’t expect me to last
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| I put forty in each pocket and the rest in the bag
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| Too alert, it’s hard to snake me, leave you left in the grass
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| Too alert, it’s hard to snake me, leave you left in the grass
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| I locked in with tunnel vision, they ain’t expect me to last |