| 5 here tell em game over
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| 2017 takeover
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| Few steps from a private jet
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| No more southwest layovers
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| Touch a mil in my Jay Jonahs
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| Future bright like Crayola
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| Alcohol that we sipping now
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| You don’t get no hangovers, naw
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| I remember I was sipping on Rossi
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| I was young trying to get in the party
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| Back then I was just a nobody
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| Now I can’t go anywhere
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| Without knowing somebody
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| They know I’m somebody
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| Is that C5 with the Dorm Flow
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| Raider hat and bubble coat?
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| I’m in the water trying come afloat
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| Throwing up the 5 like I’m under oath
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| Times only getting rougher though
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| I got more bills than Buffalo
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| But no matter what they say I’m the G.O.A.T
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| Name another rapper with this kind of flow
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| Dirty like the rice at Pappadeaux
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| If you ain’t had it then you gotta go
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| Handful and my mama know
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| I do not know how she deal with me
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| I’m always repping but I’m hardly home
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| But my lil' shorty is still with me
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| If you ain’t squad don’t call my phone
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| I am not feeling your energy
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| I tell a nigga keep ya mouth closed
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| If you cannot keep it real with me |
| It’s coming sooner than later
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| Homie you can not fade us
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| Gotta fam I gotta feed
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| I can’t do no more favors
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| When they throwing all that shade
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| I just zoom on them haters
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| I can’t lose I’m the greatest, yeah
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| I gotta make it out
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| I’m on the paper route
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| Got a few options now
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| I gotta weigh them out
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| I know what I’m about
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| Don’t know what they about
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| I’ma need God to answer
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| Everything thing that I pray about
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| I’m tired being broke every time I swipe
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| Overdraft on the bank account
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| Said I shoulda took the safer route
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| I’m just looking like, yeah right
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| In the studio, every night
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| In the trap like, dead mice
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| And I got a bad, red bone
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| Singing to her like Barry White
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| Yeah, yeah like girl you need to stop it
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| Got me spending all my funds
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| When I don’t even got it, yeah
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| But she thick and so damn fine
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| Goddamn goddamn 5
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| Had to say it one last time
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| About to make a mil off one damn line
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| Had a Glock clip was my pants size
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| You was from the block but I ran mines
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| Now I’m bout to blow up like a land mine
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| Tell em stand by it’s my damn time |
| Yea, and that’s a wrap
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| 5 got the torch now
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| And I won’t pass it back
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| I’m just giving it my all
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| Until I’m at my last
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| Matter fact it’s
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| Matter fact it’s
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| Game Over |