| Nah, bitch, I ain’t from South Beach, I raised me
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| Bitch my mama was in the streets (Yeah), no Cody (No)
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| I ain’t no rat, I’on know a thing my homies
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| (Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
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| Still had to eat off that scammin' thing
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| I know some niggas totin' .40's like they ID’s (Facts)
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| I know some bitches gettin' purses off of ID’s
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| I got my city on lock and the master key (Yeah)
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| Pussy so good, make him say «Uh», this that Master P
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| Gun slang (Gun slang)
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| You know we raised on the concrete (On the concrete)
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| I know one thing
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| We from the trenches not the palm tree (Yeah)
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| Codeine (Codeine)
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| I’m sippin' lean for the protein
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| Ain’t no co-defendant (No co-defendant)
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| Slide on them blocks by my lonely (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| Gun slang (Gun slang)
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| You know we raised on the concrete (On the concrete)
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| I know one thing
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| We from the trenches not the palm tree (Yeah)
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| Codeine (Codeine)
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| I’m sippin' lean for the protein
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| Ain’t no co-defendant (No co-defendant) (Uh)
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| Slide on them blocks by my lonely (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| Uh, I’m from upper locker, home of the choppers (Choppers)
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| City Girls, Summer, JT, that’s my partner (City)
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| I’m a day bitch, brown subs to the scotts (Period)
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| Lil' pretty bitch but them killers from the lots will slide for me (Doo, doo,
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| doo)
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| I got some bitches and some niggas that’ll bust for me (Doo, doo, doo)
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| So don’t fuck wit' me
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| Y’all bum niggas, caught me lackin', hit the wagon up
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| Now the hood lookin' for 'em, 'bout to body bag 'em up (My niggas)
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| Gun slang (Gun slang)
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| You know we raised on the concrete (On the concrete)
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| I know one thing
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| We from the trenches not the palm tree (Yeah)
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| Codeine (Codeine)
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| I’m sippin' lean for the protein
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| Ain’t no co-defendant (No co-defendant)
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| Slide on them blocks by my lonely (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| Gun slang (Gun slang)
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| You know we raised on the concrete (On the concrete)
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| I know one thing
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| We from the trenches not the palm tree (Yeah)
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| Codeine (Codeine)
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| I’m sippin' lean for the protein
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| Ain’t no co-defendant (No co-defendant)
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| Slide on them blocks by my lonely (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| Man, I came up from the bottom, that’s why I’m talkin' cash shit (Cash shit)
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| Man, I went in my mama purse and I had got my ass kicked (Got my ass kicked)
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| Let a nigga see his kids, you goin' out like a sad bitch (Sad)
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| You look better than your kids and you got your ass did (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| I don’t be tellin' them niggas I love they ass no more 'cause I don’t force it
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| (No)
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| I just put the label check inside the streets so go and avoid it
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| Ever since I call myself the voice, I’m startin' to hear some voices (I'm
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| startin' to hear some voices)
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| And they told your ass to tell, and you did, you had a choice (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| Gun slang (Gun slang)
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| You know we raised on the concrete (On the concrete)
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| I know one thing
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| We from the trenches not the palm tree (Yeah)
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| Codeine (Codeine)
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| I’m sippin' lean for the protein
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| Ain’t no co-defendant (No co-defendant)
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| Slide on them blocks by my lonely (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| I tilt my heads to real niggas who been real wit' it (Who been real)
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| I know you love the streets to death, just don’t get killed in it (Don't get)
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| I bought a crush, not for no drink, I put my pills in it (Put my pills in it)
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| Can’t nobody tell us shit, you gotta deal wit' it (Gun slang) |
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