| Why you so dusty, boy I live plush
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| 8am, roll up, get sucked
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| 200 pounds, throw it on a big truck
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| Get your chips up, Bern pulled up in a Benz truck
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| Where your friends at, tell 'em that the truth’s here
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| Every night turn up like it’s New Year
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| No stress just cookie and blue here
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| Damn, this shadow looks too clear
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| All around the world my name keep buzzin'
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| Rich off cook, I ain’t worried 'bout nothin'
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| Me and cousin
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| Can’t see my face like lemme buy somethin'
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| Oh no, I used to move blow
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| I used to get money out of a high class ho
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| Now I just grow, I pull it all down
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| I trim it up nice, then I let it all go
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| My day burns slow, my crews on
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| Coke white Benz on brand new rims
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| Make a girl spend, I just got 10
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| I blew it on gold and drinks with my friends
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| You know I said, you boys don’t
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| 100 lights plus, no back seat
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| 225 on my Lb double
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| Smell-proof bag, I don’t need no trouble
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| Before we had clear it was Og Bubble
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| 200 mill, these boys don’t hustle
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| Bern keeps the best price
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| Tgod Jet Life, Girl I’m the one
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| Take another shot, put a pill on your tongue
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| Preach, no sweet
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| Get jaw from your girl, bet she’ll break me off
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| That’s right
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| Yo
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| Talk is cheap, why speak, I rap
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| Double meanin', haters, beef, then I feed off that
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| Double meanin', be on track, y’all be on wack
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| I’m on the come up real quick like I beat off fast
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| I’m in the bottom in the grass, like snakes
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| I’m in the sky, like Drake’s face on the Cd case, annihilate
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| Annihilate,
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| This nigga then me, the big mouth gator
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| That means I’m greater, do me a favor
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| If you got weed then put it in raw papers
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| I been good like the candy Now and Later
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| Call up your neighbor and borrow some sugar
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| Who’s your favorite rapper, I could pick like a booger
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| Rappers are signin' these deals, gettin' fucked
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| By these labels who pay you, that makes you a hooker
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| And it’s crazy, I’m way better
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| Give me 46 opponents, I’m feelin' like Mayweather
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| Rappers say they cold, they feelin' like may weather
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| Me, I’m actually cold, I chillinate sweaters
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| Focused on my endeavors, my flow has been kind of clever
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| No gimmicks, I got no image, no for real, hat in no leather
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| Introduce you to Futuristic, hi it’s been a pleasure
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| Introduce you to Futuristic twice and oh forget him
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| Jack Thriller said change my name
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| But as far as I know bruh, I rap, don’t sing
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| And I don’t fuck with a chick who supposedly had a dick
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| And I don’t make tracks with Kanye and Wayne
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| That all sounds great, except the dick part
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| Get on Cyphers to get a kick start
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| Flow poison, I spit darts
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| I’m tryin' to get big like a kid’s heart, for real
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| Said them fuck boys rest in peace
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| The recipe for me is to let me be
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| My cut, you shouldn’t touch like an Std
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| I’m tryin' to check into the game like a guest in three
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| Earn stripes like a referee
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| Big fish in a small pond, Shark Tank invest in me
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| On June 9th my album’s droppin'
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| Like an oxygen mask that’s in a plane dang let me breath
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| I’m gone
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| Now I’m back
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| Now I’m gone for real
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| Put this on your ipod, Cd, Ram
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| Download at Onlyfuturistic. |
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| One time for raw papers
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| Uh
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| King Show
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| It’s gon' be alright doe
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| Look
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| Please don’t be alarmed
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| There’s storm before the calm
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| I was born to be a god
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| But praises to our lord
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| Even when the sun’s out, I see the stars
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| Even when it’s dark out, I see the stars, I’m a star
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| A nigga so south paw, a avatar
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| And I never hit the back of the bus, I’m Rosa Parks
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| Me and Louis
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| Swag on point in this motherfucker
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| I don’t wear that shit nigga I’m Gucci
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| Turn up bitch, we turn down for what
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| Down south for the winter, I’m a flyin' duck
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| Shots come, fly niggas better fly and duck
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| And some of y’all stories not addin' up
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| I got gold all on my neck and shit
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| I’m on some extra shit, I stay flexin' bitch
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| Still sippin' on exorcist
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| In your hood where my necklace is
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| Flow poison,
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| Deja Vu, I don' lived here before
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| How a nigga make it in college from the go
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| What a city where I’m from it’s the murder capitol
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| I came in the game and
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| The vision I had it was clearer and clearer
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| These niggas had beef and they know where I live
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| Tell 'em come on, 2 straps then I bang out
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| That lame shit got you layin' down |
| Same crib nigga, same house
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| On the way to the money nigga, same route
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| I sleep with the lions, I eat with the pigs
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| I was raised by wolfs, a team of gorillas
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| I’m fly like an eagle, you niggas is rats
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| Gone
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| I got a dream that’s bigger than life
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| My nigga like can’t you tell
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| I’m in the back of a black Acura
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| Gettin' sucked like Count Dracula, oh well
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| I should get a nobel peace prize for the rhymes that I spit
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| I’m high as a blimp
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| Give her this Dvd, I’ll probably piss on your Cd
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| Beat these beats while you beat your meat
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| Why you fuckin' with a shark, you ain’t got no teeth
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| Why you safe in a gang, you ain’t in these streets
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| You a ho, you a bitch, you a straight pussy
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| I advise you little rap niggas, don’t push me
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| Control my soul, now you can’t play me
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| I ain’t never fall in love cause I’m in too deep
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| You will never see it happen like a Kanye tweet
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| Schoolboy was a skinny nigga, prolly Ddt
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| All you fake emcees that Rip, all these fuckin' beats
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| You niggas is 7 days cause you fuckin' week
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| Heard you niggas want to hate have a fuckin' seat
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| Been a real nigga since little nigga for real nigga
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| Now you shuffle the cards and tell me what’s the deal with ya
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| 2 door, super sport coupe
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| 44 inches cut out the roof, son
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| Show these little ones what to do
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| Flow polished, show room new, quite accomplished
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| Underground pay dues, paid in full
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| Get paid major wages just to fall through
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| Roll cages in the vehicle, expensive and they dangerous
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| Lane switch, tryin' not to miss this plane, been
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| Flyin' for a long time, traveled to great distance
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| Cherishin' every minute of my existence
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| Cause it gets raw, there’s a wall, I saw
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| Many things fall apart and given a new start
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| Got my low-rider parked, lightin' up in the dark
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| A little bit of my heart for free next time I charge
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| Shout out to the homie
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| As we proceed |