| It’s history right here
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| (Tote a 4 and pour some liq')
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| Wassup my nigga?
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| (I'ma tote that stick until they send me to the pen)
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| It’s time to empower these niggas mane, do it for the city
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| (This the way it is, I gotta get it how I live)
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| We got to give it to them raw though, ya feel me?
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| (Knotty headed niggas)
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| Hair is nappy, knotty
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| Fuck karate, I got me a shotty
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| Jumpin' in the door, kamikaze
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| Origami if the neighbors saw me
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| But I won’t fold, oh no
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| That’s how the young boy’s ass got smoked
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| But they got jacked like MK4
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| Sub-zero, put a nigga on salt, iced out
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| This the price I gotta pay because I wanna be iced out
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| Have them lookin' at my face as they tellin' me lights out
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| Sleep is the cause of the death, no a NY not my state of mind
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| 211's broad day, I had to live a life of crime
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| Get the product then we out the door
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| Mama I’ve been twistin' weed
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| And now it’s time to lock the fro, blowin' dro
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| Call me knotty head cause I don’t give a fuck
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| I was raised off in the projects, know this life ain’t meant for us
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| Bitch I can’t be touched
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| Get the product then we out the door
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| Mama I’ve been twistin' weed
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| And now it’s time to lock the fro, let it go
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| Call me knotty head and if I ever go
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| Tell my mama that I love her cause tomorrow not for sure
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| I would never know
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| Tote a 4 and pour some liq'
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| I’ma tote that stick until they send me to the pen
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| This the way it is, I gotta get it how I live
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| Knotty headed niggas
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| Tote a 4 and pour some liq'
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| I’ma tote that stick until they send me to the pen
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| This the way it is, I gotta get it how I live
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| Knotty headed niggas
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| Hair is nappy, knotty, pack a pistol when I’m in the party
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| Life is melancholy, sellin' flock when they think it’s molly
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| Bitches be givin' me sloppy
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| My pockets on Andy Milonakis
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| Bumpin' Speaker Knockerz
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| Rico’s Story when I see the coppers
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| Gem golds in my mouth and my dreads lookin' like a palm-tree
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| Plus you know what a nigga’s skin tone is, so that’s why they fuck with me
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| Opposition we made obsolete when aimin' and targetin'
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| Monday to Sunday, all of you niggas, we slangin' like Pistol Pete, peace
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| Get the product then we out the door
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| Mama I’ve been twistin' weed
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| And now it’s time to lock the fro, blowin' dro
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| Call me knotty head cause I don’t give a fuck
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| I was raised off in the projects, know this life ain’t meant for us
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| Bitch I can’t be touched
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| Get the product then we out the door
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| Mama I’ve been twistin' weed
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| And now it’s time to lock the fro, let it go
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| Call me knotty head and if I ever go
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| Tell my mama that I love her cause tomorrow not for sure
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| I would never know
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| Tote a 4 and pour some liq'
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| I’ma tote that stick until they send me to the pen
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| This the way it is, I gotta get it how I live
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| Knotty headed niggas
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| Tote a 4 and pour some liq'
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| I’ma tote that stick until they send me to the pen
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| This the way it is, I gotta get it how I live
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| Knotty headed niggas
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| Yeah, uh
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| Maybach Music
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| Found another body in the lake (Huh)
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| Same day another tattoo on his face (Huh)
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| Obituary on his mother’s fireplace
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| Baby mother fuck another sucker on a blind date (Woo)
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| Shots fired every night I’m tryna mind mine
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| Dolphin Gang, Bello cigars on the sideline
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| (Yea)
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| Pussy niggas, you can see it on his timeline
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| Hatin' on his dawg, shit I’m tryna find mine (Woo)
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| Calm nigga, when I’m lit up I get Von Miller
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| (Huh)
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| Rich niggas, if you real then you can run with us (Let's get it)
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| Educated reading books, I’m talkin Art of War
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| Whippin yoda yayo residue on the marble floors
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| I wanna see my niggas with the flyest clothes (Woo)
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| Came to put my city on that’s if I’m right or wrong (What?)
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| Pulling into Risco Park in the richest cars
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| (Woo)
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| And I’m thinking of my dawgs since I’m livin wrong
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| Jehovah’s witness, swear to God I done seen it all (Bang)
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| Picking up the pistols every time the dogs bark (ugh)
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| You pointing fingers but them choppers cutting arms off
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| , we came to warn y’all
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| Mothafucka, damn right, we came to warn y’all (Woo)
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| Mothafucka, damn right, we came to warn y’all (Huh)
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| Curry what’s up!
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| Double M
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| (Uh)
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| It’s futuristic shit |