| I bury a nigga before I bury the hatchet
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| Excuse my ratchet
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| I remember 20 degrees without no jacket
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| Heatin' up with matches
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| Motherfuckers ain’t scarred like me, got hard like me
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| Came from starvin' beats so pardon me
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| For a verse I charge a G, I’m sorry, B
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| That free shit dead like no charger, G
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| Gotta get mine so I flip rinds
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| Came from laying on the floor like a flipped dime
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| When I see these niggas brag about what they used to
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| Them the motherfuckers that I’m really not used to
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| Understand that what you put in is what you get out
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| Respect only comes from what you allow
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| The Devil always try to get in you, within the mouth
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| The strong keep 'em out even with a low bank account
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| I’m real wise when I speak
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| I’m using my wisdom teeth
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| I’m real wise when I speak
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| I’m using my wisdom teeth
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| I eat ramen noodles just to humble myself
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| I don’t change off wealth
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| Niggas on the Gram finding these expensive-ass belts
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| That’s a life they couldn’t help
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| Food in the fridge, clothes on IKEA something
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| Or take the belt back after you post a pic stuntin'
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| Damn, all these niggas think about is theyself
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| The belt could get you hoes but can the hoes get you a belt?
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| Look, young nigga don’t force it
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| Spent all your green on your outfit lookin' like the armed forces
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| Look inside your pocket, your left with a small portion
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| Real talk, my voice would be hoarse if it was horse shit
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| Ninety percent bitches won’t mistake me for who?
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| Got these bitches on edge like got2b glue
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| One minute could be up, the next minute she screwed
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| I was stuck at some point but got the gum off my shoes
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| I’m real wise when I speak
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| I’m using my wisdom teeth
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| I’m real wise when I speak
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| I’m using my wisdom teeth |