| Ayy, my mama said «fuck it, nigga, hit the streets and live»
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| Got some crack in the corner, and I did what I did
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| The neighbors, they don’t like me, I got J’s at the door
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| Told my grandma, I don’t need a bed, I’m sleeping on the floor
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| Got my tool and my blow, them my two main hoes
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| Me and all my woes stick together like the Zoes
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| Sak Pase, who got the yay for the lows?
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| And I keep birds with me like I’m straight out Hollygrove
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| My fingers, they itchin', they itchin' for that paper
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| My fingers, they itchin', they itchin' for that paper
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| I’m riding round the city and I got my calculator
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| I’m a mothafuckin' monster when it come to getting that paper, ayy
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| My fingers, they itchin', they itchin' for that paper
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| My fingers, they itchin', they itchin' for that paper
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| I’m riding round the city and I got my calculator
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| I’m a mothafuckin' monster when it come to getting that paper, ayy
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| I’m a dog, and I eat that dog food
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| I’m a G, I put red on all my shoes (Yeah)
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| Come and see, my la familia got Peru (Salute)
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| And I plead (What?) not guilty until proved (Yeah)
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| Got more birds than the zoo (Yeah)
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| Got chickens in the coupe (Brrr)
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| Got shottas that’ll shoot (Bang)
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| And I stay on DJ Screw (Straight up)
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| When you drop it (When you drop it)
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| It coming back like DJ Clue? |
| (Comeback)
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| I make a profit (A profit)
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| I can go and buy a school (Voila)
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| I’m a A1 nigga, can’t lose (Yeah)
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| Freeband Gang, put you on the news (Ayy)
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| Then hit Blue Flames, shoot pool (Splurge)
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| Put 20 in my Trues (What that?)
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| That’s 20,000, fool (Hey)
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| I put a play together (Like)
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| Like Peyton Manning do (That right)
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| I’m rapping dope to you (Future)
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| My fingers, they itchin', they itchin' for that paper
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| My fingers, they itchin', they itchin' for that paper
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| I’m riding round the city and I got my calculator
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| I’m a mothafuckin' monster when it come to getting that paper, ayy
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| My fingers, they itchin', they itchin' for that paper
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| My fingers, they itchin', they itchin' for that paper
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| I’m riding round the city and I got my calculator
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| I’m a mothafuckin' monster when it come to getting that paper, ayy
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| Mike Will Made-It |