| Niggas know
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| As if you ain’t mafucka
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| Free Porter
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| Yeah, So
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| Yeah, So
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| Uh
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| Sippin' hectic (yeah, yeah)
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| Yeah, as of late I debate the decisions I’ve made
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| They call me reckless
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| No love is stronger than hate
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| So I keep a tre eight within arms reach
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| Going hard 'til I’m under palm trees
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| Cop my momma that crib 'cross seas
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| Red dot your eye, nigga cross me
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| That mean I’m crossin' my T’s and I’m dottin' my I’s
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| Lost in the world like the Lord of the Flies
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| They in the whip but will these niggas ride
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| Hell no, you screamin' «Don't pull the car over!»
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| Can’t even come into my mom’s sober
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| Sendin' packs out Daytona
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| Sign' that deal, now it’s game on ya
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| Young nigga move like ya big homie
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| Sold over time, so the trap on me
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| Roll up my billies they black for me
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| Bompton P’s they cap for me
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| Mannerisms of a maniac
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| Plot on coppin' me a baby Mac
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| Sold out shows, you know they payin' racks
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| Some young hoe gave me brain in fact
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| Habits they turn into needs and worse
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| To be honest really need a blunt
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| Spun around the block and then we seen a chump
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| Let off a- *gun shots*
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| Drugs in my body that shouldn’t be
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| Fuckin' these bitches you couldn’t be
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| Doin' shit they say we wouldn’t be
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| Yeah, So, Yeah, So |