| «I'm laying my cards on the table and if you feel that you’re able
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| To play come play with me
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| Then I’ll give you all ya need»
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| Who Got The Props?
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| Enta Da Stage
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| From us on the blocks at minimum wage
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| To ducking them cops when they in a blaze
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| To burning haze with my niggas for days
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| It feels great, see the stage, you seeing strays
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| Is no longer the way
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| No more oatmeal for real, it’s steak and eggs on my plate
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| Next to Spliff, next to the great
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| Next to that chick who said I was it for a date
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| Hey
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| I remember the sky all grey
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| Now it’s sun in my vehicle when I ride all day
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| Yes, no more stress aggravating the god
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| Just, more or less, congratulating the god
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| I work hard so my squad can eat
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| My army is Duck Down be the label to got me to palm trees
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| Feeling the calm breeze, not
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| Lace with taste of how your girl face freeze
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| It’s a new day
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| Brand new mission
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| If you really want to get paid
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| Man you should listen cause ummm
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| You said you was riding with them
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| Now when I mentioned that party you decided to come
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| I said
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| Hey!
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| It’s a new day
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| If you really wanna get paid
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| Man you should listen cause ummm
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| You said you was riding with them
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| Now when I mentioned that party you decided to come
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| I used to see holes in my socks
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| Now all I see is the top spots
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| White boy Scott holding my stock
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| In the morning when I’m holding my cock
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| Kind of cocky now
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| Last week, pockets was weak, kind of stocky now
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| They can’t stop me now
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| They wanna chop me down
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| Down Timberland I’m hearing is what I’m rearing I smile
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| Cause a frown mean I’m upside down
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| And I’m a king doing my thing, you can’t touch my crown
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| Been around for a second, I’m definitely checking
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| For my niggas who wanna be diesel no question
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| Yes men
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| I can sit around and be guessing
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| For the next meal for real, you still be stressing
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| With the Yes Men telling me «yes man»
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| You the shit, do the shit
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| As long as I’m here, stick to the shit
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| Now who the kid in the black Mercedes?
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| Looking at the steak and potatoes, all I need is gravy
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| Feel like I made it when my waves is spinning
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| Got me looking in the mirror now-a-days and grinning
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| Cause I’m winning when I used to losing
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| My mood went from beef to showing teeth when I’m cruising
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| Down the way, I burn a pound a day
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| I used to ask for help, I turn around and say
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| Hey
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| Whatever, where ever
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| Niggas is crazy
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| You used to drive now you just Driving Miss Daisy |