| Ha, ha
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| (Dmac on the fuckin' track)
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| Ha, ha
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| Uh, this is the life, nigga, this Makavelli
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| Runnin' shit up and go cop me a Chevy
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| Green, I get that shit like lettuce
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| Too much money make these niggas get jealous
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| The life of a convicted felon
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| These niggas cuttin', they talkin', they tellin' (Word, word, word)
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| And it’s still free all my niggas they jailin' (Word, word, word)
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| Down the ro-o-oad
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| Last December, we was sharin' clothes (Clothes, clothes, clothes)
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| We don’t love these bitches, we share hoes (Hoes, hoes)
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| I just kick shit on the road, with all my bros, trip 'cross the globe
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| These niggas sellin' they souls, no (No, no)
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| Man, I can’t believe ya, you gon' bite the hand that feed ya, ayy (Woah)
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| Th-thinkin' 'bout my people, where they when you really need 'em? |
| Ayy (No)
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| Made my own route and made it out, I took the legal way (Ayy)
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| These pistols savin' niggas tryna take my fuckin' lead away (Ah)
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| I do this for my bros and my folks and my Locs (Locs)
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| I do this for the niggas that be kickin' down doors (I do)
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| I-I-I do this for the gang (Gang), what I rep, double 0 (Woah)
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| I don’t do this for the name or the fame, it’s for my folks (Folks)
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| Will I change up? |
| That’s a no (No)
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| Sippin' on this lean, movin' slow (Slow, slow)
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| Shawty head game on a roll (Roll)
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| Her nigga is a lame and she know
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| Uh, this is the life, nigga, this Makavelli
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| Runnin' shit up and go cop me a Chevy
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| Green, I get that shit like lettuce
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| Too much money make these niggas get jealous
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| The life of a convicted felon
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| These niggas cuttin', they talkin', they tellin' (Word, word, word)
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| And it’s still free all my niggas they jailin' (Word, word, word)
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| Down the ro-o-oad
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| Last December, we was sharin' clothes (Clothes, clothes, clothes)
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| We don’t love these bitches, we share hoes (Hoes, hoes)
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| I just kick shit on the road, with all my bros, trip 'cross the globe
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| These niggas sellin' they souls, no (No, no) |