| Battle axe rap swingin' like 84 elbows
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| On the H-Town slab Cadillac Eldo
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| Spokes pokin' I should be the weed
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| Don’t stop me from workin' spokesperson cause I get it in
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| Stoned, active like a sober person runnin'
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| Rather have my feet hurtin' than my pockets
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| I chase that money down like it said somethin' bout my mama
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| I chase that money down like I think it took my wallet
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| I chase that money down like it key scratched my impala
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| I chase that money down pile it up and climb on top it
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| Trill nigga mountain at the summit countin' hunneds
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| You try and take me from it you gone plummet to the bottom
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| If there was a winning contest then I did won it, done it
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| Bossed up playa kick it I’m a punter
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| No pun intended I’m a stunner
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| Brung the land to the motor cross ramp like fuck it
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| I’ma jump it, officer love muffin
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| It should be a crime how you lockin' down that bitch
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| But the girl mine
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| Said she wouldn’t do it again for the third time
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| Figured you realize at some point that the girl lyin'
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| Either you blind or you don’t mind
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| Either way I’d never hustle with yo kind
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| 'Cause we’d never get no bread
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| You too scared
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| Pimpin' this the 3rd installment, what you sayin'
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| No square shall enter in the circle of winners
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| No square shall enter in the circle of winners
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| No square shall enter in the circle of winners
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| Ain’t been like none of them niggas as far as I can remember
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| No square shall enter in the circle of winners
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| No square shall enter in the circle of winners
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| No square shall enter in the circle of winners
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| They was payin' them bitches, I was payin' attention
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| I’m rolling up an insane amount of smoke
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| Diamonds all up in the chain around my throat
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| Telling me that I should change, it’s all I know
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| I live the dream of private planes and piles of dough
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| Tatted on my face 'cause that’s what I believe in
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| Make sure they know it’s T.G.O.D when they see me
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| We was broke but know we getting used to bread
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| Versace on and watching my Medusa heads
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| You niggas looking hungry, you could use some bread
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| You niggas need security, you could use a craig
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| My young niggas slanging where them users is
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| I’m from Pistolvania where them shooters is
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| Dressing like a hippy, drinking gin straight
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| Heard they money funny, bitch I been straight
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| Hundred for them bottles, spending 10 straight
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| Me and Spitta got the template
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| No square shall enter in the circle of winners
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| No square shall enter in the circle of winners
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| No square shall enter in the circle of winners
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| Ain’t been like none of them niggas as far as I can remember
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| No square shall enter in the circle of winners
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| No square shall enter in the circle of winners
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| No square shall enter in the circle of winners
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| They was payin' them bitches, I was payin' attention
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| No square shall enter in the circle of winners
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| No square shall enter in the circle of winners
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| No square shall enter in the circle of winners
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| Ain’t been like none of them niggas as far as I can remember
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| No square shall enter in the circle of winners
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| No square shall enter in the circle of winners
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| No square shall enter in the circle of winners
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| They was payin' them bitches, I was payin' attention |