| Acting like you different but you just like them
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| Everything you hate, everything you hate
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| Tryna be like us, but you’ll never get there
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| We everything you ain’t, everything you ain’t
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| Blood on the ground, my blood hold me down
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| Now my brother keep a, keep a clean hunnid rounds
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| Rappers acting tough, like they can’t get touched now
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| Got 'em on the ground lookin' 'round like they lost some
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| Fuck it we got trough, we put 'em up in the trunk
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| Actin' like killers to some, we pull up and dump
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| Ain’t nobody fucking with my crew, I know
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| Comin' down, never know
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| Swangin' in a yellow Ford, Swangin' in a yellow Ford
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| I hit the dope, hit the dope
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| Money come, money go, money go
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| Go
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| Waiting for my plane at the terminal
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| I get so high, get vertigo
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| I think I need some time alone
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| Feel like I’m 'bout to die, yeah no no no
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| I do not wanna find out where we go
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| Nowhere, is that where?
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| I won’t be disappointed if is somewhere where no one know me
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| Why would you tell me, that everything’s full of papers
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| You say nothing, I never notice
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| Cause I don’t believe it, well I don’t believe it
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| Fuck it we got trough, we put 'em up in the trunk
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| Actin' like killers to some, we pull up and dump
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| Ain’t nobody fucking with my crew, I know
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| Comin' down, never know
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| Swangin' in a yellow Ford, Swangin' in a yellow Ford
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| I hit the dope, hit the dope
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| Money come, money go, money go |