| I know some niggas that been behind the wall their entire life
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| Never been to Shanghai, but they was moving China white
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| Razor in palm, I give a nigga cheek a giant slice
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| Across his face, just for saying shit that I ain’t like
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| Me and these niggas don’t rhyme alike, tryna battle?
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| You better off tryna fight Iron mike
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| In 89 when he was in his prime, nigga I ain’t like
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| These other rap niggas, who you tryna
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| Diamonds dancing that means they’re shining bright
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| Yikes, might hurt your eyes like you’re staring in a shining light
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| I hit the vagina twice, it was kinda tight
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| I’m getting pussy like Frankie on a line of white
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| You think you on my level, find a knife
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| And cut the bullshit nigga
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| You see the way I brutalize the mic, right
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| This for niggas in prison flying kites
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| Knew how to shoot a gun 'fore they knew how to ride a bike
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| You know what’s up nigga
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| You know where to find me at pull-up nigga
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| You know you can’t fuck with us
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| Even your baby mama know you just a fuck nigga
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| Gelato in my Dutch nigga
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| Henny XO in my cup nigga
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| You know what’s up nigga
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| You know where to find me at pull-up nigga
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| Let them niggas tell it them niggas is working
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| When I see them niggas in person them niggas is hurting
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| I’m drinking Henny XO getting twisted with Birkin
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| Got the chopper in the window barrel stick through the curtains
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| Got the dope in a time box, no it isn’t detergent
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| Always use the same chef cause he be whipping it perfect
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| You think he a real nigga, but he really a serpent
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| Two to the back of the head, leave him finished for certain
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| My nigga got fifteen, he was hustling
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| I gave these niggas a lane, word to my brother Saddam
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| These niggas do big things when they fucking with Con
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| Like James Jones got six rings fucking with 'Bron
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| I put out classics, don’t like rappers, I don’t dap 'em
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| I’ll tax 'em, for a feature, to out-rap 'em
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| On each song, he speak wrong, then I’ll slap him
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| like Frank Lucas with blood on his Alpaca, motherfucker
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| You know what’s up nigga
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| You know where to find me at pull-up nigga
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| You know you can’t fuck with us
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| Even your baby mama know you just a fuck nigga
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| Gelato in my Dutch nigga
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| Henny XO in my cup nigga
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| You know what’s up nigga
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| You know where to find me at pull-up nigga |