| Let me talk to these niggas right quick
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| I can really do what the fuck I wanna do the rap game really fuckin'
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| Yeah I see, you know, talk about this shit
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| I’m gettin' the feelin', niggas really hatin' on me, woah
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| Now they hatin' on the great life, huh
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| Wait tight, think about it, gotta pace right
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| You don’t know what the race like
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| Seem like every day is beautiful to life
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| Niggas wonder what your pay like
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| Wonder how you hustle and you stay right
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| Fallin' out with partners and they take flight
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| On the other hand sister texts and she hate life, hol' up
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| I can’t fall under pressure, you know how many things I did unsuccessful
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| Now you see the diamonds and the chains and the bezel
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| That come from puttin' the profit all up on the dresser
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| If you ain’t really street, my nigga, miss me with the
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| Askin' about it boy, I was bangin' when they test us, for real
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| Hey, these streets real like chill
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| You better your
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| Oh it get cold, baby
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| Oh you need to take your ass home
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| If you ain’t really 'bout what you say
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| Oh you need to take your ass home |
| Niggas done died out here
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| Oh you need to take your ass home
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| These streets don’t love you, baby
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| You need to take your ass home
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| Oh, no, no, you need to take your ass home |