| We won't ever stop, hop scotch to the top
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| Make bands, then we drop, till we left in a box
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| Never that, what we not, better yes, fuck a spot
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| Fuck a hoe and a cop and a nigga what he not
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| Boy I'm blazed, getting paid, thinking 'bout 100 ways
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| I can split a million dollars, get it back 100 ways
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| Boys we slide cross the stage, no smile on my face
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| Till I'm fried, and I'm straight, till my bank overlays
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| Ridin' 'round the city I ain't got no roof
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| Wanna taste the water, I'm living proof
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| Open up the shades, just to see the view
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| Money in my face, I can't look at you
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| If you want a feature, I'mma look at you
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| Like give me all your money, give me all your loot
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| I'm posted smoking weed, cutting up the fruit
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| I'm looking in the mirror, they can't fuck with you
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| They just some old men takin' young ideas
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| Fuck up outta here, spread the word and disappear
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| Skinny white trash, cut you like a John Deere
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| Bitch, we movin' into gear, making moves all year
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| Working for the label, try to dress like you ain't major
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| But you listening and watching, while you creepin' like the neighbors
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| If you see me, steer clear, words you don't wanna hear
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| Hands you don't want to feel, all I wanna see is tears
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| Fuck this competition, I don't need nobody listening to me
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| I never gave a fuck about a cosign or a million
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| We doing shit the way we want and nobody can take it from us
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| You can try to be us and that's cool, just make sure that you humble
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| Did a few tours, did some shows, now ooh shit, picture of the team, now it's just the music blueprint
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| Teach you how to do shit, ridin' with the crew shit, fuck whoever say they doin' it 'cause, bitch, we do it |