| I don’t complain about the pain
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| I’m just sippin' champagne with another nigga main bitch
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| I don’t complain about the pain
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| I’m just sippin' champagne with another nigga main bitch
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| They prayin' I don’t make it
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| They treatin' me like I’m famous
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| I don’t complain about the pain
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| I’m just sippin' champagne with another nigga main bitch
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| We took it to the table and we broke it down
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| If they ain’t want it before, I bet they want it now
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| Trip to Vegas, bettin' it all, that’s a poker town
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| Beef and Broc, Polo brown, meet me by the polo grounds
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| Set up shop, let’s get familiar, gotta know the town
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| Know the fiends and gotta know the way the police roll around
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| Porsche box with the mirror tint, they on us now
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| Take him to the river, one headshot, he’ll slowly drown
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| With the fishes, now it’s residence
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| Niggas lose it all just in the pursuit of presidents
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| I don’t smoke trash, hit the bay, not talkin' pelican
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| Pills got these kids robbin' they mother for medicine
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| Four and a baby, I’m tryna stretch it
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| Couple pounds of regular, fuck it just take the exit
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| The Xannys in the Jansport
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| I really used to transport
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| Back and forth to Virginia I probably hit your man off
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| A couple niggas ran off
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| I see they tryna turn me to the old me
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| Thinkin' bout a homi for that bad work they sold me
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| Tryna pitch green since I was 15 in '03
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| In the field, the way I’m kickin' shit, go get a goalie
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| I don’t complain about the pain
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| I’m just sippin' champagne with another nigga main bitch
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| I don’t complain about the pain
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| I’m just sippin' champagne with another nigga main bitch
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| They prayin' I don’t make it
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| They treatin' me like I’m famous
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| I don’t complain about the pain
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| I’m just sippin' champagne with another nigga main bitch
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| Champagne rains on your main bitch
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| The SLS doors do the crane kick
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| She only contemplates rappers if they famous
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| Finds drug dealers way more entertainin'
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| Guess I’m the best of both worlds
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| Minus the R. Kelly, the shoot outs are all Belly
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| Summertime Loubourtin, the bitches get all jelly
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| What’s trash to Mayweathers is treasures to all Nellys
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| Is ya’ll ready?
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| Ya’ll just sit on the sidelines and blog heavy
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| I really buy shit, customize shit
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| Oxblood the interior then I drives it
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| Burn it out till that new body arrives in
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| EGHCK, you know what I sell
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| Prodigy wreaked havoc since juvenile hell
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| You say you push weight, shit I challenge the scale
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| Kingpin, King Push, I just balance it well, ah
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| I don’t complain about the pain
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| I’m just sippin' champagne with another nigga main bitch
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| I don’t complain about the pain
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| I’m just sippin' champagne with another nigga main bitch
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| They prayin' I don’t make it
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| They treatin' me like I’m famous
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| I don’t complain about the pain
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| I’m just sippin' champagne with another nigga main bitch |