| Oh shit, no he fuckin' didn’t
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| Haha
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| Oh shit, my nigga
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| Jokes, what the fuck is up, nigga
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| Shit, Chello nigga, what’s up, man?
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| Nah, nah, nah, nah
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| We not even on that right now
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| We on that Big Queens, nigga
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| C’mon now, I ain’t gon' lie
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| I heard the vibes
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| I know
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| Ayo, you got some fire?
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| That last shit you gave me was trash, boy
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| I got the gas
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| But wait, hold on
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| I’m about to jump out real quick
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| Yeah, but what the fuck is that?
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| Turn that shit back up, through
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| Hold on, hold on
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| You gotta relax
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| You need to relax, relax, relax
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| Nah, nigga
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| Ain’t no, «Hold on», nigga
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| Pullin' up over here fresher than a motherfucker, man
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| I seen you with the motherfuckin' ra
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| Dollars on and all that, nigga
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| I got the fire, man, pull up, man
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| Lemme hear that fire that you got, man
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| Big Queens, man
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| When you lived inside of me
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| Right?
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| There was nothing I could conceive
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| That you wouldn’t do for me
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| Nah
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| Trouble seemed so far away
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| Big Fuckin' Queens
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| You changed that right away
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| Chello, nigga
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| Stash money on transactions, Japan fashion
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| Paper stuffed in pocket, pants saggin', sedan black |
| And I’m too paid, need stars in the Wraith 'cause they threw shade
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| Double back to save the city, no Luke Cage
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| Live by the boss rules, came up on a dollar and bought jewels
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| Now I’m feedin' all the dogs with dog food
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| I got in tune with the vision, my mama called me food
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| 'Cause I was chefin' up the food with too much dudes in the kitchen
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| How the fuck you can’t feel me? |
| When I was ready to die
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| For niggas that woulda killed me? |
| I’m just givin' you the real me
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| The whip clean, so most these niggas wanna do me filthy
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| The Glock close, I have the bullets burnin' through ya silky
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| These Youngin’s, done lost guidance, so fuck playin' corners
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| And servin' the snort buyers, all they know is more violence
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| Once it’s lit again, I’m hoppin' out the Range, scuffed Timberlands
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| I’m glued to them Benjamins, ain’t a stain on this vetements
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| I used to post in front 'em, now I cruise by them tenaments
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| Pray my face never plastered on the news for a sentencin'
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| Yolos tippin' off the scale, my masters is in the streets |
| Fuck a Princeton or a Yale, we’re dodgin' prison for a sale
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| I save first, you gotta have that chicken for the bail
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| Fuck casket suits, I’d rather look at pictures in a cell
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| I’m low, 'cause these people will put them people on your trail
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| On papers, but in the field, I’m still creepin' with the steel
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| Gone
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| When you lived inside of me
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| There was nothing I could conceive
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| That you wouldn’t do for me
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| Trouble seemed so far away
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| You changed that right away
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| These corners we come from relentless, from taggin', hoppin' fences
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| To a GemStar and 1212S baggin' up auditions
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| I learned life, whip from next year on the turnpike
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| We had to let that thing tear to earn stripes
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| Duckin' the court case, in PA with some work in the short stay
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| I prolly have to die for a off-day
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| These niggas be hatin', I never let the corny shit get across me
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| 'Cause a DM turned to dinner with your lady and Salt Bae
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| Shit movin' aromas all in the air now
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| It ain’t the time for the funny vibes and staredowns, it’s here now
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| I’m livin' for mine, life a gamble, I throw trips on the five |
| Streets real, so the grip in the rod
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| Watch them niggas who throwin' shade, tryna steal all your shine
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| Shit shiesty, we done been through this a million times
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| Any nigga that jumps ship ain’t a nigga of mine
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| 'Cause if we down then we down, I ain’t switchin' no sides
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| When you lived inside of me
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| There was nothing I could conceive
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| That you wouldn’t do for me
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| Trouble seemed so far away
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| You changed that right away |