| Future Hendrix, 30
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| Whatever come with it
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| Oh, yeah, oh, yeah
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| Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd (Big Blrrrd)
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| When gangster shit pop out, most of you niggas don’t get into that
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| Can’t post on my block, meal rinse, how that where they sendin' at?
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| (They killin' it)
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| Catch me by myself, skinny jeans, forty racks, a fitted hat
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| And we gon' come through first, me and my niggas don’t do spinnin' back (At all)
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| Ain’t no understandin' that not all of them kills they overstood
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| Slidin' down, one deep, stand over him like a hoverboard
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| These rappers be lame and they ain’t street, talkin' 'bout they close to hood
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| WO8, whacked on the ride, you know we overdo it (It's murder)
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| Blrrrd, talkin' 'bout a no-show in the city (Where?)
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| I’m tryna kill a nigga, so they gotta give me fifty (On God)
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| Just got off the phone with Shiest', he told me, «They tryna get me»
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| (Real Shiest')
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| And the feds don’t know nothin', he said, «Them folks handin' out digits»
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| Damn, them folks really tryna get me
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| I gotta move strategic, can’t get knocked up off my pimpin'
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| Know until my heart stop, BIG30 gon' handle business
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| Put this shit up on my back, takin' whatever that come with it
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| That gangster shit pop off, don’t get into that
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| We not the ones runnin' to the Internet
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| Whatever come with it, whatever come with it
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| You ain’t sellin' dope or slimin' shit out, you ain’t my twin
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| Hate it gotta be like this, that’s just how I see it
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| Came up real treacherous, heart on freeze
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| Run off with my liberty, rollin' with my demons
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| Seen a lot of hurt, get high and pray to the dead
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| Richer than Mustafa, but I made it out the jungle (Yeah)
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| Go against, it get you lined up, in the gutter in designer (Yeah)
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| For my brothers, I’ll take a gamble, put your friends out on camera (Pluto)
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| Tote a fully auto, everywhere I’m drippin' up the park
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| Had exotic bitches by the dozen, can’t never miss a loss
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| She don’t talk more than two languages, she not the one (Not)
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| Real diamonds on me, you can see it hittin' from afar
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| I was street wrappin' up bales, now I rap sellin' out the shows
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| It’s hard to relate to niggas who never killed nothin' before (Show)
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| Takin' this pain with me everywhere I go around the globe
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| Sixteen zips on me, got my cup in this load
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| Whatever came with the blood on the money (Came with the blood)
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| Fuck all this fame, niggas see it any morning (Fuck all this fame)
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| Have to keep that flame if a nigga try to harm me (Hoo)
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| Get the location on your opps, throw them a party |