| Pill dust on me, nigga they can smell me
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| Ain’t find shit
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| Mad as hell, they can’t jail me
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| Forgot to count the 30s, fuck around being lazy
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| Shorten me three pills, little nigga tried to play me
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| Nigga this ain’t Cali, I need 50 for this eightphy
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| AR on me, water whipping like the navy
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| My daughter that’s my everything
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| My heart, that’s my baby
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| All this pain, been getting to high lately
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| I just came from the dead, I’m awaken
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| I love when that work hit the road, but I hate waiting
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| Grind it up, you wired, looking for that easy waste
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| Still hustling hard, and I can sign a deal any day
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| I gotta go extra for my brothers in the fight cases
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| And I’m a keep busting nuts on these pretty faces
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| They hate on my position, you should see they faces
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| Me and you are not the same, we in different places
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| Elevations on the plane, make my head hurt
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| My feet swollen, nigga putting in that leg work
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| Fuck that hoe later, nigga get that bread first
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| Before you stick your dick in her, get the head first
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| Aye
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| Yo shit declining, you got dead work
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| Nigga
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| Boy you a worker, that’s your mans work
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| Feet swollen, putting in leg work
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| Fuck that hoe later, get that bread first
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| I’m off them drugs bitch
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| Yeah
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| A whole lot, got the stove hot, you can’t kook it up with kold pots
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| Nigga so what
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| These young niggas think they so tough
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| They don’t no nothing, till I pull with the pole busting
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| I got kold kuts, yall be fucking round with kold sluts
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| Make em hold up, they say Skuba Steve say hold up
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| Good .44 tuck
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| I’m poled up
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| I switch my hoes up
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| Don’t share no clothes, Naw
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| Kash out
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| Get them bows off
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| If you showing off
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| Choppas on me, get the going off
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| Yo head, I blow it off
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| Choppa turn beef to stroganoff
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| Can’t hold them off
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| My young niggas tryna go up top
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| He gone get him got
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| That tough act gone get him shot
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| Hit him with the rocks
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| Skuba skip the melo with the Glock
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| Give him 50 shots
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| Infared looking like chicken pox
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| Hit him with the holo
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| That bitch ass just like a baby bottle
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| Shoot at everybody
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| Fuck them niggas
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| Take the air bottle
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| Elevations on the plane, make my head hurt
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| My feet swollen, nigga putting in that leg work
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| Fuck that hoe later, nigga get that bread first
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| Before you stick your dick in her, get the head first
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| Aye
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| Yo shit declining, you got dead work
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| Nigga
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| Boy you a worker, that’s your mans work
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| Feet swollen, putting in leg work
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| Fuck that hoe later, get that bread first |