| Ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy, ayy, that’s probably Tago
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| Pipe that shit up, TnT
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| Yo, pass that lighter real quick
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| Pass that yack too
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| I ain’t get a hit yet
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| I ain’t buy my mom a crib yet
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| I spent my whole advance on my neck
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| Now I’m back out in the field with a TEC
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| I’m stressed, they keep sayin' I’m blessed
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| Nigga, I’m stressed, they keep sayin' I’m blessed
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| I’m takin' pain meds, I swallow these until I feel brain dead
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| Layin' in my couch in house in my Ray Bands
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| Feelin' like Gotti with a shottie, I’m a made man
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| Fuck, I robbed my man for a couple pounds
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| 'Cause he was up, I’m down
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| And there was nothin' 'round
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| Shit, I’m takin' uppers now
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| 'Cause he tryna hunt me down, so I gotta keep a gun around
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| Just in case I gotta gun him down
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| Damn, this the life of a crook
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| Think set it off if my life was a book
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| Ain’t no bitch in my but I’m in a bank with a wig and a cig
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| Gotta get it how I live
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| Jazzy, you my rib, had me stressed out on my bid
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| I know if I die or live you gon' take care of the kids
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| Brash, when the feds was tailin' you
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| You ain’t tell on me and I ain’t tell on you
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| I ain’t get a hit yet
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| I ain’t buy my mom a crib yet
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| I spent my whole advance on my neck
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| Now I’m back out in the field with a TEC
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| I’m stressed, they keep sayin' I’m blessed
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| Nigga, I’m stressed, they keep sayin' I’m blessed
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| Don’t wanna talk about spinnin' blocks or drillin' opps
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| Look how they did that nigga Pop, man, I’m still in shock
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| How they don’t care if you a kid or not? |
| If you live or not?
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| I’m just glad we went to that dinner spot so we could chop it up
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| Rappers is the ones they killin' and lockin' up
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| All up on ya dick when you lit and you heatin' up
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| But start to move slick when they think you ain’t lit enough
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| Wild as fuck, right?
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| I say «Grace,» I strap the .40 to my waist, I can’t afford another case
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| But run up on me, I’ma shoot you in the face (Boo-boo-boom)
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| I ain’t get a hit yet
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| I ain’t buy my mom a crib yet
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| I spent my whole advance on my neck
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| Now I’m back out in the field with a TEC
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| I’m stressed, they keep sayin' I’m blessed
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| Nigga, I’m stressed, they keep sayin' I’m blessed
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| Ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy, ayy, that’s probably Tago
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| Pipe that shit up, TnT |