| Strong beat and talk
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| And it sounds like this
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| Shake em off, shake em off
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| Play it off
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| Put yo life on the line
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| Real walk, real talk put yo life in the rhyme
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| Yeah, yeah mean with the ax
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| From a scene where they put beams on your back
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| You either sell packs or you either sell raps
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| Sixteen years old spittin' sixteens in the trap
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| And OG’s talk real
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| Come make half a mill wait for that rap deal
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| Can’t wait that long nigga
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| Ride with it
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| Make their bed they gotta lie in it
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| Put a lot in the plot puttin' time in it
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| Who’s that peepin in my window
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| Got me peekin out my window every five minutes
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| Trynna make six figures started off as five digits
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| Ain’t playin' no more
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| What you sayin'? |
| What you playin' it for?
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| Where you trynna hang out yo we hang at the store
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| Niggas playin' the law till they lay in the morgue
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| It’s that dirt rap
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| Ghetto DMF where they ask where the work at
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| Eastside strip clup ghetto bitches twerk at
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| Don’t sleep you might catch a dirt nap
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| Shake em off, shake em off
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| Play it off
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| Put yo life on the line
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| Real walk, real talk put yo life in the rhyme
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| Off the books and shit
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| On record, off record off the hook and shit
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| Took this shit
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| I still rep it ain’t nothin'
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| Inner city still betray Dave Ruffin
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| Rugged and uh, say somethin' we stay dumpin'
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| Any place they hear the bass we keep the place jumpin'
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| Yeah the city where they got the hot gun ray
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| Say fuck laws, 911 calls but the cops come late
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| But now we recording while fans waitin'
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| Came from bus stations recording in mom’s basement
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| Didn’t have a dime and couldn’t go buy a Nathan
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| Now I only spend my time with dime faces
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| Shake em off, shake em off
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| Play it off
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| Put yo life on the line
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| Real walk, real talk put yo life in the rhyme |