| That boy Cassius
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| Yeah
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| Yeah
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| Sinatra
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| Yeah
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| I’m 'bout to take you guys on the, on the ride
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| Some real East Side Zone 6 type shit
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| You dig?
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| It’s only right I do this for my city, my hood
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| That boy Cassius
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| Huh, let’s go
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| We hung on that block like posters
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| Mention, you get posted
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| I got smoke, you tryna get noticed
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| These ain’t jewels, lil' bitch, these chokers
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| 'Bout mine, we bust fire in the open, yeah
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| Bust pies wide open, yeah
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| You tough guys get folded
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| If them nuts mine, you holdin'
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| We hung on that block like posters
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| Mention, you get posted
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| I got smoke, you tryna get noticed
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| These ain’t jewels, lil' bitch, these chokers
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| 'Bout mine, we bust fire in the open, yeah
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| Bust pies wide open, yeah
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| You tough guys get folded
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| If them nuts mine, you holdin'
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| I took the long route, steppin' outside of my mom’s house
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| Key to my own now, gotta go get it my own now
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| I flip a zone now, I’m on the block flippin' zones now
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| Or hit this lil' bitty chrome, people keep telling me tone down
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| Too many haters, fuck a nigga, you talkin' 'bout guns down
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| I’m damn near tweaking on any bitch that ever come 'round
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| Feel like I can hit like any bitch that ever come 'round
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| (Ooh, body found)
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| Any nigga, I have a hundred down
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| (Please don’t get it confused)
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| These rap niggas all hoes
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| You wasn’t robbin' like me, dawg, went on them give and gos
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| Niggas wasn’t creepin' on your set, you wet him or get wet
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| And it wasn’t never 'bout a bitch, always the check
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| We hung on that block like posters
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| Mention, you get posted
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| I got smoke, you tryna get noticed
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| These ain’t jewels, lil' bitch, these chokers
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| 'Bout mine, we bust fire in the open, yeah
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| Bust pies wide open, yeah
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| You tough guys get folded
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| If them nuts mine, you holdin'
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| We hung on that block like posters
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| Mention, you get posted
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| I got smoke, you tryna get noticed
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| These ain’t jewels, lil' bitch, these chokers
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| 'Bout mine, we bust fire in the open, yeah
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| Bust pies wide open, yeah
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| You tough guys get folded
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| If them nuts mine, you holdin'
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| I’m the type of nigga, throw five thousand on the day shift
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| You the type of nigga say and do some fuckin' ho shit
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| So keep your distance, pimpin', my niggas’ll clear your set
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| I think some niggas still movin' so we gon' double back
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| And when it comes to this trap shit, I got it on lock
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| I got some old ass money but got a new Glock
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| I’m posted up, me and Skoob, with a couple of snacks
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| My nigga AB just back doored a nigga for thirty racks
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| I’m 'bout my cash, swear to God, like I’m Cassius Jay (That boy Cassius)
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| And still to this day I got my old throwaways
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| And when it’s beef, my nigga, you know Sosa headfirst (That boy Cassius)
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| His picture on a shirt, his body in a hearse
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| We hung on that block like posters
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| Mention, you get posted
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| I got smoke, you tryna get noticed
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| These ain’t jewels, lil' bitch, these chokers
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| 'Bout mine, we bust fire in the open, yeah
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| Bust pies wide open, yeah
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| You tough guys get folded
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| If them nuts mine, you holdin'
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| We hung on that block like posters
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| Mention, you get posted
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| I got smoke, you tryna get noticed
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| These ain’t jewels, lil' bitch, these chokers
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| 'Bout mine, we bust fire in the open, yeah
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| Bust pies wide open, yeah
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| You tough guys get folded
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| If them nuts mine, you holdin'
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| We bust shots and we spin blocks
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| Toppin' niggas, no leg shots
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| This fire come with these red dots
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| Body cold but this lead hot
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| Make some down when I earn stripes
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| We was robbin' like every night
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| SK, no lead pipes
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| Strip a nigga for a pair of Nikes
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| I’m coming out of the slum for real
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| Hutchinson Street and Tribley Hill
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| 800 Block, we chasing a mil'
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| Trappin' for real, don’t need a deal
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| I put like thirty bands on that
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| Ice on my chains like half of that
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| Balenciagas, a rack for that
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| My t-shirt run about half of that
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| Back door on these hoes, fuck 'em
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| But I ain’t doin' no handcuffing
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| Loving hoes that we been fucking
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| Trusting hoes that we been fucking
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| I’m on the back street, posted up
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| The trappers and robbers, they armored up
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| You on the internet talkin' tough
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| Chopper gon' flame your ass to death (That boy Cassius)
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| We hung on that block like posters
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| Mention, you get posted
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| I got smoke, you tryna get noticed
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| These ain’t jewels, lil' bitch, these chokers
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| 'Bout mine, we bust fire in the open, yeah
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| Bust pies wide open, yeah
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| You tough guys get folded
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| If them nuts mine, you holdin'
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| We hung on that block like posters
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| Mention, you get posted
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| I got smoke, you tryna get noticed
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| These ain’t jewels, lil' bitch, these chokers
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| 'Bout mine, we bust fire in the open, yeah
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| Bust pies wide open, yeah
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| You tough guys get folded
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| If them nuts mine, you holdin' |