| Ha, wait for me
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| Yeah, yeah, ohh
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| Ha, wait for me
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| Started out with the gang
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| How can I change up on em? |
| Yeah, yeah
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| Everybody know my name
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| Can’t put the blame up on 'em
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| Feeling like the King of my city
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| Hunnids and these fifties
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| This trapline keep on ringing
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| And my guys always sinning
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| Started out with the gang
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| How can I change up on em? |
| Yeah, yeah
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| Everybody know my name
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| Can’t put the blame up on 'em
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| Feeling like the King of my city
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| Hunnids and these fifties
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| This trapline keep on ringing
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| And my guys always sinning (Violence)
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| It’s like EA Sports
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| 'Cause it’s in th game
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| In the Porsche and I’m drifting in th rain
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| And of course I’m sticking to the code
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| Like morse code, they see how far I came
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| And they wanna take that shit away
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| But you gon' have to pay (uh, uh)
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| And I know they feel some type of fucking way, uh-huh
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| Yeah they hate to see a smile up on my face, uh-huh
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| Yeah regardless, we could hit their house today, nah-uh
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| We don’t play nah-nah
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| Started out with the gang
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| How can I change up on em? |
| Yeah, yeah |
| Everybody know my name
|
| Can’t put the blame up on 'em
|
| Feeling like the King of my city
|
| Hunnids and these fifties
|
| This trapline keep on ringing
|
| And my guys always sinning
|
| Started out with the gang
|
| How can I change up on em? |
| Yeah, yeah
|
| Everybody know my name
|
| Can’t put the blame up on 'em
|
| Feeling like the King of my city
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| Hunnids and these fifties
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| This trapline keep on ringing
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| And my guys always sinning
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| Bro got locked, judges order
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| Did a show, paid for his lawyers
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| Bro in the trap, he caught up
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| He got Louis drip, like water
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| Remember the times we couldn’t afford it
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| Then we walked in stores and bought it
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| Now the beef and licks just caught up
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| Now he paranoid every morning (uh)
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| Now he keep a, shh-shh
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| Underneath he’s ****
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| No peace from the area I’m attached in
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| If there’s beef we back it
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| Flip it pack it stack it
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| What’s uni when I’m making more money then my teacher packing
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| Ain’t no capping in my rapping (And that’s facts!)
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| And I know they feel some type of fucking way, uh-huh
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| Yeah they hate to see a smile up on my face, uh-huh |
| Yeah regardless, we could hit their house today, nah-uh
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| We don’t play nah-nah
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| Tell 'em
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| Started out with the gang
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| How can I change up on em? |
| Yeah, yeah
|
| Everybody know my name
|
| Can’t put the blame up on 'em
|
| Feeling like the King of my city
|
| Hunnids and these fifties
|
| This trapline keep on ringing
|
| And my guys always sinning
|
| Started out with the gang
|
| How can I change up on em? |
| Yeah, yeah
|
| Everybody know my name
|
| Can’t put the blame up on 'em
|
| Feeling like the King of my city
|
| Hunnids and these fifties
|
| This trapline keep on ringing
|
| And my guys always sinning
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| Ha, wait for me
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| Ha, wait for me
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| Ha |