| It’s so strange, in this motherfucking rap game
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| It’s so much, like the motherfucking streets mayn
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| It’s all the same, in this motherfucking rap game
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| It’s so much, like the motherfucking streets mayn
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| Now we out of town, doing these shows
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| Freestyle flows, fucking with hoes
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| Back in hit the city, move three kilos
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| Now I’m in and out your do' in the studio, the studio
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| But it’s strange, out this motherfucking rap game
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| It’s so much, like the motherfucking streets mayn
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| Niggas don’t, wanna see you come up
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| Next thing you’ll blow up, now they all on your nuts
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| And niggas trying to fight, just to get to the top
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| Just to be the next artist, to rule Hip-Hop
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| Just like the, motherfucking streets
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| We bust on these niggas, like we bust on these beats
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| And these niggas wanna play, the fucking CEO
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| Niggas stealing my money, you’s a CE-Hoe
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| Nigga best to come off, my fucking do'
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| Or I’m laying everybody, on the fucking flo' nigga
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| We got street fame, street game a street name
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| Botany out the Hooker, you know the set we claim |
| Cloverland is the spot, and yeah we keep it locked
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| And we bouncing through this thing, fifty deep packing Glocks
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| Be bout your cash mayn, and make it last mayn
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| And from the streets mayn, you know the rap thang
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| And on the smash for the cash, and man we got to get it
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| Gotta lick for ten feathers, and playa we gon split it
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| Nigga be flicking water by my set, hit your corner
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| Fifty round shots, aiming straight for your daughter
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| But enough with the bullshit, stacking up platinum hits
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| Keeping it hood rich, serving the real shit
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| Botany is the block, that’s crunk at all times
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| Stepping in Adidas, fa sho we got to shine
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| Well playa check the stilo, fucking with C-Note
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| D-Red nigga Chino, Botany for your heroes
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| Niggas trying to steal my grands, steal my fans
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| Just like a dope fiend, trying to steal my grands
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| But I’m still catching out, on twinkie-4's
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| And my flows be cold, like an Eskimo
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| And I’m wearing Air Forces, when I hit the cut
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| DEA Task Forces, trying to hit me up
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| Look at here officer, I made a big change |
| I’m making millions, deep off in this rap game
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| Here I go again, stack a few ends
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| Me and cute friend, set a few trends
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| Hit the big Benz, sipping on the Henn
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| Dubs on the spin, blue light lens
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| Baller-itz's style, but only buck wild
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| Hit the spot twelve o’clock, popping Cristal
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| But in the mean while, we gonna ball dog
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| And you can put that on the Clover, Big Shots forever dog
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| (*talking*)
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| Know I’m saying, I know these rappers
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| Know I’m tal’n bout, uh if you from the streets
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| You know I’m tal’n bout, you know I’m saying
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| Or maybe you don’t
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| Cause you ain’t from the streets nigga, uh |