| Since they cut my umbilical
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| I knew it would be inevitable, That my case should go federal
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| Its part of my journey, see it might concern me
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| But who cam best friend, My attorney!
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| Can you hold something, Can I throw you some
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| Now I know you dumb, Where I know you from
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| I aint got it right now, but I owe you one
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| In your head, one shot from a loaded gun
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| Don’t get extorted, I get escorted
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| To the resort, where the girls say lets snort it
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| I can import it, export it sports car
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| Lets port it, fresh auto, I report I just bought it
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| I scream lets get it, they aint pimp my ride
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| My cars an exhibit, huh? |
| next critic
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| I don’t talk it I just live it, just prove it
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| Tell the feds Calm down, its just music
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| Man you cold fronting, beat you like you stole something
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| Who you talking to, I asked you can you hold something
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| Where I know you from huh? |
| Where I know you from
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| Where I know you from scrams? |
| Where I know you from
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| You got a order shorty, you should learn ring
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| Your baby moms know, we call her sperm bank
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| Crazy hoe, word baby bro,
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| mad generous giving out falchios
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| A meat eater, Ms. Domma Domma
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| Honor my persona, its like a Parana’s momma
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| We move bricks on the highway
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| So theres bricks in my drive way
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| K9 come, then the 9 spray
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| My girls toe ring, that’s 55K
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| Crack in 4B, Coc in 5A
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| Dope in 8 °F, the hoe’s in 9J
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| What can I say, You know how I play
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| We hustle all night, until the skies gray
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| Why you think the whole hood carotid
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| He tony the tiger, yeah he like it sugar coated
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| They got the cameras up; |
| they want to tape a solider
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| Cuz I got that tan, you can call it beige &mocha
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| Talking in code, is sort of like playing poker
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| Bring the pepsi in the oven, that’s the baking soda
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| What up tiny bum, we were all the sorta
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| Feds gave em 25, damn a quarter mortar
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| But we from the same hood where they slaughtered porter
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| You a passer, me I got a scorers aura
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| Owe me money, your wife, son, daughters oughta
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| Leave the country, I’m thinking like bora, bora
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| Run around with these silly secrets
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| Trying to keep it real, me I’m gon really keep it
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| You should really peep it, mack milly skeeted
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| In your face, any case, I’m gon really beat it
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| We aint never gamble, we ain’t never bet
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| Where I know you from scrams, we aint never met |