| Everybody shaking hands
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| I’m just in the corner
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| I ain’t 'bout to be fake for the fucking moment
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| If you fuck with me, then I fuck with you
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| I’m a down to earth nigga
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| But it’s up to you
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| I’m the realest but I don’t need to state the shit
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| And I don’t care about who hating
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| Where my stainless at?
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| And I don’t hang where pussy niggas be saying shit
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| Hit you where you say it at, and make you not speak again
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| See me and my niggas
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| We headed straight to the top
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| Chasing after dollar bills and we won’t ever stop
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| Swear I sound nothing like you niggas
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| Shit
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| I can probably write for all these niggas
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| And I ain’t trippin'
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| Approach the boss
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| She telling me that she lost
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| Cause she say well they can probably fuck any she wants
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| She got me
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| But baby I don’t fall into no traps
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| I’m Bruce Lee
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| Kicking everything in my way like «who he?»
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| Who me?
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| I’m that nigga that you see like movies
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| You see
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| You can never be better than, clever than
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| Seriously I’m cutting niggas heads then I mail them in
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| Devil shit
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| Bitch, I can show you what a rebel is
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| Down south nigga
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| In the woods, on some hunting shit
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| So I’m kind of used to being right by the bushes bitch
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| If you ever need that
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| I’ll bring it to your place quick |