| Me llamo Roberto
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| Y acabamos de robar un banco
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| These niggas take me for granted, what would hap' if I vanish?
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| Bet a hunnid they’d panic, my shooters only speak Spanish
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| Keep my heart with my dogs, keep my car in the yard
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| I can’t drive it nowhere so I let you niggas take off
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| Seen the shit that they drop, that shit not instantly hot
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| I give that instant re-bop, that replay value go off
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| That make my value go up, I keep that bow in my cup
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| My niggas rolling, got that going with a thousand to bust
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| That nigga Kevin can’t rap, he too sappy with his shit
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| He don’t rep me with his shit, he on that teenage bullshit
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| And he 'bout 20 and shit, when he let go of that shit
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| He’ll prolly be a little colder, y’all agree with me? |
| Shit
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| That nigga need to act his age, he ain’t acting like a grown up
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| Ain’t that boy from Texas?, He ain’t acting like a soldier
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| Knew that boy in high school, man, that nigga wasn’t awkward
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| And I know his mama, man, that nigga just a liar
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| Cash don’t last, my friends will ride with me
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| Keep 'em in my bag, we robbed a limousine
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| When the guns go pow, won’t bother us again
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| I don’t wanna do it but they keep on pushing me
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| Cash don’t mean shit (shit)
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| Cried my last tears, bitch
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| Cashed my last check (check)
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| Cash don’t mean shit (shit)
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| Cash don’t mean shit (shit)
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| Cried my last tears, bitch
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| Cashed my last check (check)
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| Cash don’t mean shit (shit)
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| Call me king of the niggas, I need a crown made of thorns
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| God said let there be light, on the day I was born
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| Step off the ship with the slaves, then I go hit the stage
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| I just left in a whip, all I need is a chain
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| I don’t trust no niggas, and I don’t trust no bitch
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| 'Cause people talk too much, I bought a black fo'-fifth
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| And a brand new clip, that’s my new best friend
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| 'Cause I’m a brand new nigga, in a brand new crib
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| I ain’t sellin' no more, but got my hand in the zip
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| Whitey gave me the check, I ain’t ask for the fame
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| I used to deal with the grams, 'till they put the cam on my face
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| Now I’m evading the law, I’m on a high-speed chase
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| I’m in a big ass truck, I tell 'em get out the way
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| I gotta couple of warrants, so I’m leaving my state
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| Now I’m in Cali today, with the sun on my face
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| I got a bag of the gas, and a blunt I can face
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| How I’m gon' move at your pace?, I’m busy settin' the tone
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| You think we runnin' together?, I’m in a lane of my own
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| Don’t got no friends in this game, it’s me and my brothers alone
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| They thinkin' that we competing, that shit depletin' my bones
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| I don’t need all that energy, they just fuck up my chakras
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| I put my heart in a locker, they love me when I’m a martyr
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| They hate me when I’m myself, I can’t barter with that
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| You watch us charter these tracks, it’s sticking like tartar and plaque
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| I need a parlour of plaques, need lobsters and helicopters
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| I need peace for my niggas, need darker skin for all my doctors
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| I like to speak like a scholar, like to think like a nigga
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| In this world I can’t wander, no honor behind the trigger
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| I could get shot in my back, and they’d tell the world that I fought 'em
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| «We ain’t taught 'em nothin' new, but somehow they been gettin' smarter»
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| That’s what they sayin' in private, speaking from that entitlement
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| We still workin' for titles and makin' tidal environments
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| Cash don’t last, my friends will ride with me
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| Keep 'em in my bag, we robbed a limousine
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| When the guns go pow, won’t bother us again
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| I don’t wanna do it but they keep on pushing me
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| Cash don’t last, my friends will ride with me
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| Keep 'em in my bag, we robbed a limousine
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| When the guns go pow, won’t bother us again
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| I don’t wanna do it but they keep on pushing me
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| Fuck, put ya ante up, riding in the limousine
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| I’m stuck on some bud I hit, under concrete canopy
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| Fuck all this energy, you just wanna bring me down
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| Fuck all your energy, you just wanna bring me down
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| Fuck, put the windows up, blowin' past the exit now
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| Up like a money shot, swerve into the sunset
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| Me and all my boys jet, swervin' like a donut
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| Off, off, off, off, swervin' like a donut
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| Nigga whaaaat
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| (Pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, if you want to)
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| Nigga whaaaat
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| (Pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, if you want to)
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| Nigga whaaaat
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| (Pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, if you want to)
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| Nigga whaaaat
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| Y-Yo |