| Mic, mic motherfuckin' check in this bitch
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| Mic check, one, two
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| Ah, let’s go, yeah, uh huh
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| Ayo, Daringer, turn me up some
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| Niggas gotta feel this
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| I gotta hear myself
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| Yo, look, ayy, look
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| Niggas ain’t see what I saw, a brick turn into a pot full of gold
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| Over that, spent my daughter first birthday locked in the hole
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| Plot full of holes, came back stronger, I’m in control
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| Soft white from my block to the stove, not in a cone (Nah)
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| Me and West like Stockton, Malone, Gotti, Capone
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| Niggas dressed like they copyin' hoes, papi, come on
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| Stop it, you know you not with the smoke, I get you loafed (Brrr)
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| In 'bout a year, how niggas gon' deny me the throne? |
| (Huh)
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| Rappers y’all compare me to, niggas scared of me too (Niggas shook)
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| It make they heart beat faster just hearin' the truth (Have your heart beat,
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| nigga)
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| I stick my .40 out the window while I’m steerin' the coupe (Uh huh)
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| We pull up to your front door if I’m hearin' to shoot (Let's go)
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| They say we sold dope and did random actions of violence
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| Our neighbors in the 'burbs wanna hand us back to the projects
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| They say I’m on tour while the Family package the product (Uh uh)
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| Everybody gon' eat and I’m standin' next to that promise
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| Can’t believe y’all when y’all talk about the guns y’all shot (Can't believe
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| that shit)
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| And all the money runnin' to 'em and it’s crumbs y’all got
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| Just let me know, come check with me when y’all want y’all shot
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| It’s ten shooters in my hood for every one y’all got
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| Ayy, look, I had to dumb it down for niggas, you gotta do that (Sometimes)
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| It’s like bringin' down the prices, you gotta move that
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| I was in the Feds with braids under the durag
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| I’ma volunteer to do ya if it come to that (Uh)
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| I fuck with smart bitches, in the club, I caught bitches starin' (Yeah)
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| All these jewels got these hoes' train of thought slippin', ah
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| Brought a quarter thing back, that’s a small mission
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| In the dark kitchen, all you hear is the fork clickin' (Woo)
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| In the zone, lookin' through the holes of them yard fences
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| I’m dope, yeah, you know the flow from them park benches (Uh)
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| Three things happen when you keep your torch, nigga
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| Put in work, you might sell it, or you gon' get caught with it, ah
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| Quarter brick, half a brick, whole brick (Whole brick)
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| Fiends still hit me when they dope sick (Brr, who this?)
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| Cook with gas for the raw, so much glass on the floor
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| I got my bitch kitchen lookin' like I broke in (Broke in)
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| Let’s go, quarter thing, half a thing, whole thing (Whole thing)
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| Daydreamin', thinkin' 'bout cocaine (What you think?)
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| When the plug throw me action, I let my man quarterback it
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| Looked up and all that stackin' got us both paid (Both paid)
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| Real niggas know (Ah, ah, let’s go)
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| Only my real niggas know (Uh, yeah, yeah)
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| We ain’t comfortable as y’all, nah
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| I been in way too many bang outs and brushes with the law
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| My real niggas know (Ah)
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| Only my real niggas know, yeah
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| We cook with gas for the raw, so much glass on the floor
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| I got my bitch kitchen lookin' like I broke in (Haha, ah)
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| Huh, yo, my bricks better than theirs, y’all better come pay dues
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| A extra gram jumpin' back for every one they lose
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| These niggas borrowin' the guns they use, not me
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| I got my own stick like I’m 'bout to come play pool
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| Ride in the car with bricks, that’s one brave move
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| I never did it, that’s why my bitch one paid mule
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| Niggas say they want gunplay, cool
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| But they don’t really wan' go there, it’s like Sunday school
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| Them niggas dead on arrival, don’t question the title
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| No chance for survival, they ain’t checkin' your vitals
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| A fast car with a gun, tryna catch up to rivals
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| I got a Lamb' and a stick like I’m fresh out the Bible, huh
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| A young nigga with Mexican idols
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| I just left from Ohio, we just met up for Cinco de Mayo
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| Complexion for connection, I mail an albino
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| I went broke and sold wax like I’m sellin' a vinyl, huh
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| Nigga, I know your type, you not thorough
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| You can’t come around unless you got a referral
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| You made a couple bucks, then you shot for your girl
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| Bought a bullshit watch, now you on top of the world, huh
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| Got a squad of all geniuses |
| I been in charge, but findin' a plug just gave me more leadership
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| No scales for the weed and bricks
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| They wholesale, the only time we see scales when we cleanin' fish
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| Trust
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| Quarter brick, half a brick, whole brick (Whole brick)
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| Fiends still hit me when they dope sick (Brr, who this?)
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| Cook with gas for the raw, so much glass on the floor
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| I got my bitch kitchen lookin' like I broke in (Broke in)
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| Let’s go, quarter thing, half a thing, whole thing (Whole thing)
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| Daydreamin', thinkin' 'bout cocaine (What you think?)
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| When the plug throw me action, I let my man quarterback it
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| Looked up and all that stackin' got us both paid (Both paid)
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| Real niggas know (Ah, ah, let’s go)
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| Only my real niggas know (Uh, yeah, yeah)
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| We ain’t comfortable as y’all, nah
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| I been in way too many bang outs and brushes with the law
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| My real niggas know (Ah)
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| Only my real niggas know, yeah
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| We cook with gas for the raw, so much glass on the floor
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| I got my bitch kitchen lookin' like I broke in (Haha, ah)
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| Hahaaa
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| Yo, it’s a shame what we did to the highway
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| Even worse if we made it there safe when we pulled in the driveway (Yeah)
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| Three and a half whole ones gone by Friday (Gone)
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| Now we ridin' back, smokin', listen to Sade (Haha)
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| The dope’s up in Maryland, the coke is in SC (Yeah)
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| We get it off the dock, the plug come on a jet ski (Poppin')
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| I hit my man up, see what’s the ticket for ten (What's up?)
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| We right back Sunday night so we can flip it again (Y'all ready?)
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| The whole town goin' crazy, a few slept on it (Woo)
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| Still potent though, I only did a two-step on it (Uh huh)
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| You ain’t gotta be a genius or be deeply educated (Uh uh)
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| Keep the money and the drugs completely separated (That's it)
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| We ain’t doin' no dumb shit, nigga, we all smart
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| Same sweatsuit on, underclothes from Walmart
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| Nah, I ain’t actin' crazy with them dudes (Haha)
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| Got the diesel with the stamp that say «Lady, sing the blues» (Ooh)
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| Got the coke comin' in like they seizin' on the news (Face)
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| If I’m winnin', what I look like gettin' even with you fools? |
| (Huh)
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| It’s an occupation (Yep), if a nigga get jammed
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| Hit his lawyer and his fam, then we move the operation (Ow)
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| What? |