| Beg your pardon, I ain’t at the garden
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| I’m a Harlem nigga, I’m at Dyckman
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| My favorite shooter had to switch states, tryna stay low from inditements
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| I been the same nigga since diapers
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| Same nigga with no license
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| Same nigga caught the train nigga
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| Nw I’m gettin brain from your wifey
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| You need a pass just to come 'round
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| I need that Rolly face bust down
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| Tryna chill cause it’s Ramadan but I kill these niggas when that sun down
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| I ain’t cooling less gun round
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| You can lose your life over one pound
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| Take my time in the trap stressing
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| I’m baggin up in a rush now
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| Fuck what you thought, this not L. A
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| So we ain’t driving by, we gon' pull up and park
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| Catch you at the light, make it get dark
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| In the night when bitches taking it off
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| I’m just tryna get my cake up, my bitch bad with no makeup
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| Gunning for ya, got a hungry lawyer
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| Go up in the court and shoot a case up
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| Bully probably pull a up, I been thinking bout that ghost shit
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| I’m retarded when it comes to cops, on my momma I don’t know shit
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| On my momma I done sold nicks
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| Not a liar, never sold bricks
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| If they raid the crib nigga, don’t snitch
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| Everybody get it, I got no picks
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| Trey pounds, that’s a KD
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| Pray to God they don’t take me
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| Rolex or a A. P
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| 226 with no safety
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| Get some work, hit the road
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| We was hustling in the Cove
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| Feel it when it hit your nose
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| Waking up with different hoes
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| Trey pounds, that’s a KD
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| Pray to God they don’t take me
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| Rolex or a A. P
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| 226 with no safety
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| Get some work, hit the road
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| We was hustling in the Cove
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| Feel it when it hit your nose
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| Waking up with different hoes
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| Trey pound, that’s a KD
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| I ain’t showing up if they don’t pay me
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| Been nice since these bitches on to me lately
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| Telling me that I look good, telling me that I smell nice
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| This why I sell sour D, still on my moms for that bail price
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| Play ball and I played the trap
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| I can tell you what them scales like
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| Had a celly with a bunk bed, I can tell you what them jails like
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| Cop shit before we hit the streets, you still waiting for that sell price
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| Stepped on and get dismissed
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| We like big fish, talking whale type
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| 45 that’s a come back, east river where they dump that
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| Bed breakfast on Linox Ave
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| Got a flight to Vegas, where lunch at
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| My youngin got it, he can pump that
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| My homie hit it, I don’t want that
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| Hate a bitch that never got here own
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| Always asking niggas where the blunts at
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| 33 that’s a Scot Pip
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| Foreign bitch up in the drop six
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| Thinking when I couldn’t cop shit
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| I would trap in Queens, Fetty Wap shit
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| Rockstar need a moshpit
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| Live a thug life on some Pac shit
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| Fly nigga need a cockpit
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| You ain’t fucking with me, you can watch this
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| Trey pounds, that’s a KD
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| Pray to God they don’t take me
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| Rolex or a A. P
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| 226 with no safety
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| Get some work, hit the road
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| We was hustling in the Cove
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| Feel it when it hit your nose
|
| Waking up with different hoes
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| Trey pounds, that’s a KD
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| Pray to God they don’t take me
|
| Rolex or a A. P
|
| 226 with no safety
|
| Get some work, hit the road
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| We was hustling in the Cove
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| Feel it when it hit your nose
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| Waking up with different hoes
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| Trey pounds, that’s a KD
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| Trey pounds, that’s a KD
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| Trey pounds, that’s a KD
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| Trey pounds, that’s a KD
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| Trey pounds, that’s a KD
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| Trey pounds, that’s a KD
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| Trey pounds, that’s a KD
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| Trey pounds, that’s a KD |