| Section 8 'partments, I’m valid on payment
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| Servin' that cottage like back in the '80s
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| We got the gas you can’t get at the station
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| I just hit the dope and then made 'em go crazy
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| We got more drugs than the
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| at
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| Porsche on a Porsche, so I’ma send at your
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| Woke up today, I community gated
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| Looked in the mirror like, «Nigga, you made it»
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| Thinkin' 'bout all of the charges I skated
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| From robbin' and takin' and enter and breakin'
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| I shake the pot, made it jump to an 80
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| Smokin' just make my eyes lower like Asians
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| I’m all in Miami, strapped up like a Haitian
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| People, they shakin', they feel the vibration
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| Bullets gon' hit, feel a burnin' sensation
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| Flippin' that turf, have your money and race it
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| These junkies my patients, they walk in and paint shit
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| I had the coco, had to tell 'em, «Be patient»
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| In my duplex with the bricks in the basement
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| Real street nigga, never wrote no statement
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| They tell 'em to come out, they hold us to come out
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| Ball like I’m Jordan, yeah, I stuck my tongue out
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| Niggas got no cars, they stickin' they thumb out
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| Keep it a hunnid, I’m bringin' the drum out
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| I put my gun out, let’s see how they tell out
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| Might just be bookin', they won’t put the blunt out
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| They say it’s a drug, make it rain when the sun out
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| All red Royce, skrrt-skrrt, do a rollout
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| My word is the law, no cap in my bars
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| Put ice on my heart and put tats on my scar
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| Might want a .30, but lobster walk
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| 1017, we ball to ball
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| I got sixty shots in this Drac', he move once, won’t move again
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| Talkin' all that shit, we broke his bones, his ass should’ve come right in
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| Tolerate, no disrespect, I’m Beyblade how I get to spinnin'
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| Dump him in that water, he ain’t swimmin', boy, that nigga missin'
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| We don’t blank on missions, now he missin'
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| Swimmin' with the fishes
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| Wockhardt got me pissin', diamonds glisten
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| Strapped up with that glizzy
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| All my clothes be fitted, jeans got denim
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| These not Jew religion
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| If I take your soul, I’m not real picky, Reaper my religion
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| Can’t show the internet how I be livin'
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| Sticks steamer, ride through the city
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| Stay out the way and get paid, niggas all in they feelings
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| On the internet, talkin' like bitches
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| Money come in different ways, I’m a jugger
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| Got Dracs and them bows while I’m breakin' a bitch
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| Yellow gold on my wrist lookin' like piss
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| If I go broke, then I’m takin' a risk
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| How you be slammin', but your buddy got hit?
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| Yeah, we double back if we feel like we missed
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| Yeah, I drop the opp 'fore I drop me a hit
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| I’m not like these rappers, I’m not finna diss
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| They havin' cake, make your bitch make a wish
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| I keep throwin' up, niggas keep havin' fits
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| Ten thousand ain’t nothin, blow this shit on a fit
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| Remember they doubted me, now look, I’m rich
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| Still in the hood, posted up with the bricks
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| I still will mask up, put that fire on them bitches
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| Niggas be put up when I’m in the city
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| I’m tired of beefin' with niggas who snitches
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| Niggas don’t want smoke, they just want attention
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| Double like Davy, we standin' on bitches
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| We really 'bout action, these niggas pretendin'
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| Yeah, big F&N for these fuck niggas, low Joe, choppas grab your venom
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| I’m still with them killers, I’m with
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| , you know who shoot the
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| Ayy, I passed the shot off to KD, felt like the porn God of
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| I’m overdue, so Wock' trill
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| , 'bout two Percocets
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| I talk shit like I’m five hundred pounds, I’m strapped with like three hundred
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| rounds
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| And I still’ll take your bowl from you, know who quick to slime some shit down
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| Got thirty thousand on his top, now they on his ass like he Flavor Flav'
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| I got a cup, no, you can’t come around, poured an 8 on this zombie town
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| And it cost to move, 'cause when I had
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| on
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| Make sure you sure to a clip when you roll on
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| Police keep takin' my guns, I can’t run out
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| Slip on his block for so long, now the sun out
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| Got
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| , turn my apartments up, I took my chain back to the condo
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| We go by codes up in the field, drop an opp, we call that a touchdown
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| I got sixty shots in this Drac', he move once, won’t move again
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| Talkin' all that shit, we broke his bones, his ass should’ve come right in
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| Tolerate, no disrespect, I’m Beyblade how I get to spinnin'
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| Dump him in that water, he ain’t swimmin', boy, that nigga missin' |