| Level three, yeah, I’m a G said a freak, yeah, trust in me, yeah
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| I’ma bring you back that real shit, that in your feel shit, not Dr.
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| Phil shit, that real shit, kill or be killed shit, got balls of steel shit
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| My complications — put frustration in the boy and that bro would spend a minute
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| talking shit I just avoid, I —
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| You can’t put a price on what I got to offer (uhhuh)
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| Tell me who else out here supplyin', you a popper (whoo)
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| Guaranteed the unexpected, I was proper (ayy)
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| I don’t sweat this stamina, I got a lot of (lot of flex)
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| Ayy, I don’t owe responses to anybody that ain’t 'bout shit
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| Less it’s coming back to all my partners I been down with
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| Pressures coming back to me like, «Do I run the town shit?»
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| Motivated by the ones I hang around with
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| I persist with tracks 'cause I know enemies are close by
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| Allegations coming up on your name and I don’t know why
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| Minding my own business though I never keep a closed eye
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| In the field with what got, my G, that don’t fly
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| Substitute me in the game, I click a trigger real quick
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| Happen to get on the road, this shit is like a field trip
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| Even though we had enough, I know my homies still sick
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| Apologizing, know sometimes I’m much to deal with
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| You can’t put a price on what I got to offer (uhhuh)
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| Tell me who else out here supplyin', you a popper (whoo)
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| Guaranteed the unexpected, I was proper (ayy)
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| I don’t sweat this stamina, I got a lot of (lot of flex) |