| You sound like my nigga
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| Uh, tryna get the most (Tryna get the most, most)
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| They ain’t give us nothing, nigga, yeah
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| Gave us the less, tryna get the most (Eastside)
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| Stay on some Loc shit
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| They gave us the less, we tryna get the most (Most)
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| I would wake up so broke, on corners, be posted (Post up)
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| Just stay on some Loc shit (Loc)
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| I was so down and ain’t nobody notice (Nobody)
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| I was too young to be at them funerals
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| Baggin' up, residue all in my cuticles
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| Life was so ugly, but now it look beautiful (Oh)
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| Watch when we movin' through (Movin' through, watch)
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| Them niggas retarded, don’t know what they’ll do to you
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| One think of stabbing you, one think of shooting you
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| I keep my circle as close as a hula hoop
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| My stomach in knots
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| From eatin' Chinese every day, nigga, that’s what them noodles do
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| Thought I’d be dead by the age of nineteen
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| I been doing this shit, it might be brand new to you
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| I needed food on my plate
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| Young nigga drivin' a foreign, don’t know what to do in a Wraith (Skrrt)
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| Keep two in the safe
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| It look like I’m chokin' my Patek 'cause that bitch is blue in the face
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| Ain’t no viewin' the wake
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| Niggas’ll shoot at your face (Nah), then jump in the coupe and just race (Boom)
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| I’ve been locked in in the booth for a day (All day)
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| You ask to get out, niggas moving like Trey
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| We all in the field, niggas trained to go get it (Trained to go get it)
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| They labeled me menace (Menace)
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| They know I’m that nigga, my haters admit it (Admit it)
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| Candy paint and it’s tinted, we rollin' on niggas
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| Throwin' that shit out the window (Boom)
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| Louis on, I don’t wear Kenzo (Uh-uh)
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| They say I changed up on niggas (Oh)
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| I got my change up on niggas (Right)
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| We all in the field, niggas trained to go get it (Trained to go get it)
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| They labeled me menace (Menace)
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| They know I’m that nigga, my haters admit it (Admit it, nigga)
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| Candy paint and it’s tinted, we rollin' on niggas (Skrrt)
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| Throwin' that shit out the window (Boom)
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| Louis on, I don’t wear Kenzo (No, no)
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| They say I changed up on niggas (No)
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| I got my change up on niggas (Yup)
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| Who can I trust? |
| (Who?)
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| I feel like Tony Montana, we hide our face in bandanas (Who can I trust?)
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| Harlem get hot, we get low in Atlanta
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| He let off a shot and ain’t notice the camera
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| Couldn’t see my mama poor
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| Fresh out the Gabbana store in Dolce pajamas (Dolce)
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| Pull up in the spot, dolo, my hammer
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| If it’s 'bout the guap, hold you for ransom
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| When Allen I was The Answer
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| Niggas was shootin', survivin' bullets was like cancer (Cancer)
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| Couple private dancers down in Tampa
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| Ducking from the cameras, sippin' Fanta (Duckin' 'em)
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| We could get it raw to Savannah (Raw)
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| Pull up in the Porsche with Diana
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| The cost I pay to be the boss, hand it
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| Niggas think they Ross, lost scramblin'
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| A couple pounds of kush goin' to Kansas
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| Couple Lambo' trucks, bunch of cameras
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| I don’t give a fuck who your man is (Nuh-uh)
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| Actin' like he tough, better not panic (Better not)
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| We all in the field, niggas trained to go get it (We trained to go get it)
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| They labeled me menace (They labeled me menace)
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| They know I’m that nigga, my haters admit it (My haters admit it)
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| Candy paint and it’s tinted, we rollin' on niggas (Skrrt)
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| Throwin' that shit out the window (Boom, boom)
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| Louis on, I don’t wear Kenzo (Not at all)
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| They say I changed up on niggas (Changed up)
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| I got my change up on niggas
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| We all in the field, niggas trained to go get it (Yup, yup)
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| They labeled me menace (Menace)
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| They know I’m that nigga, my haters admit it (They know)
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| Candy paint and it’s tinted, we rollin' on niggas (Skrrt)
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| Throwin' that shit out the window (Boom)
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| Louis on, I don’t wear Kenzo (Louis on, no)
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| They say I changed up on niggas (Uh)
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| I got my change up on niggas (No, no) |