| Already boy, I’m from Texas boy
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| With a fat gat to droppin' niggas in seconds boy
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| I’m from the land of tall buildings with hella gold teeth
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| And that means we talking that shit so that means there must be more beef
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| I hits the corner on a slab rolling on gold D’s
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| Down every back street in Dallas ducking prejudice police
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| Because I’m strapped (already) on parole (already)
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| Walking and talking on gold (already)
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| Macking hoes on the avenue
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| I’m be having to disappear every once in a while when they blast at you
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| I laugh at you
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| If you miss because you bound to die
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| You fucking around with some niggas that’s high off of formaldehyde
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| That zude the bang, sooths the brain before I do a hit (I'm already)
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| From the land of the wet cigarette
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| Already boy, I’m hitting heavy like a Chevy (already)
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| Don’t call over something real petty
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| From the roads of yellow tape (already)
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| Bouncing from side to side in Cadillacs and '64 Chevy’s
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| Already boy, money motivated getting fatty boy
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| Cause my papers been stacking like steady boy
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| I’m in this game heavy boy (already)
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| Quick to gut ya with the machete boy (already)
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| Rocking up cocaine and selling weed
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| The devilish mischievous child, the bad seed (I've already)
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| Been to juvenile and to the pin (I'm already)
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| That nigga that’s having the Benjamins (already boy)
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| The joy of having major scrilla
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| The day that I’m broke I be that nigga that’s turning into a killa (already)
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| Dirty South back up to the West
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| These niggas don’t wanna test
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| I stay strapped with a metal vest
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| I stay ready to ride ready to roll
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| Flippin' in my candy tart
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| H-town d-town got 'em screaming already boy
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| Young gun Lil Ke
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| Niggas don’t wanna see me
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| Worldwide hard figure, radio, TV
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| Commission rich man
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| Big licks and rap fans
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| I make hits and tow shit
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| Do shows for 20 grand
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| The trend-setter go-getter
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| Tryna make my life better
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| Came up in this dirty game
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| Tryna get some mo cheddar
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| Ask that nigga Big Lurch
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| G’s know thugs first
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| Rap stars new cars gotta hit 'em where it hurts
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| Its money man flipping things outta range it ain’t gonna never change
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| I gets my chips and then I dip cuz I got hella fame
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| And you know we some G’s getting money in the game nigga
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| Stress free
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| Already boy |