| Gotta trust your aim 'cause ain’t no trust
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| All my gangstas understand
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| Fuckin' up the premises, I been a dick
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| Ain’t beneficial, I’m 'bout to issue your nemesis
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| Evacuate the buildin' when I come through
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| Evaluate your feelin’s when I come through
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| Tire marks and gun smoke stories
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| OGs reminisce and show glory
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| He said, «Nigga, I’m hopin' you make a way out
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| Before I make this Mac-11 do it for me»
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| I know responsibility weighin' down on my shoulders
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| Summertime always the coldest
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| Niggas do you dirty like the projects
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| 25? |
| Then you are the oldest
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| This is the feelin' you get when you ride
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| 'Til the wheels fall off and there’s no mo' drive
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| I see the fear when I look in your eyes
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| You should execute or x out and expire
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| Another day (Yeah,) different time (Yeah)
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| But the same old story’s told (Oh)
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| Even when it’s warm outside
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| These streets can get so cold
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| Gotta love the game 'cause ain’t no love (No)
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| And that ain’t gon' never change
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| Gotta trust your aim 'cause ain’t no trust
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| All my gangstas understand
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| Champagne liquor, pair of Bape slippers
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| Blue collar for the dollar, I’m in Pittsburgh
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| Young vet with rings, bitch, I’m Derek Fisher
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| Ballin' super hard, you can smell the swishers
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| No one I met workin' hard as I do (I do)
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| It’s like I never even made a fucking dollar
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| I’m a genius though, you can check my IQ (IQ)
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| Y’all lookin' stupid when you pop your fucking collar
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| Take a breath (Take a breath,) make a toast (Make a toast)
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| I seen the Devil tryna take my soul
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| But he ain’t gon' touch what he can’t control
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| This some food for thought, you can get a plate to go
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| Me and Kendrick on a track, man, that’s bad news
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| For all you rappers who be talkin' shit to act a fool (Act a fool)
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| Givin' bitches a «D» like we was back at school
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| But that’s only if they got that bad attitude
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| Another day (Yeah,) different time (Yeah)
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| But the same old story’s told (Oh)
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| Even when it’s warm outside
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| These streets can get so cold
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| Gotta love the game 'cause ain’t no love (No)
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| And that ain’t gon' never change
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| Gotta trust your aim 'cause ain’t no trust
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| All my gangstas understand
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| Kept it street with you has beens, they just entertainers
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| Yet they’re going dumb, they go to buggin' you for favors
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| Talk behind your back by telling women that they made ya
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| Scared of the slum, I be in 'em like broken bottles
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| Go to whippin' throttle, bending corners in the bottom
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| Did it like he’s TIP, pull a *click*, then recline 'em
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| Cold summer, swimmin' in the puddle with piranhas
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| GRR like Eminem, bitch, I ain’t never knew my momma
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| Changed on the first born, father wasn’t shit
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| Sayin' every time she gaze at me all she see is this
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| A nigga on his dick scared to help with the rent (Why?)
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| Said she love me, I don’t ever get the nerve to tell her shit
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| Cryin' on the inside, lookin' through the fence
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| Looking up to ballers, often time I reminisce
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| Prayin' to the stars, I go hard with the bricks
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| Flip 'em one to two, pass 'em the rock, make an assist (score)
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| Feel like MoneyMakingMitch, pure shooter, I don’t miss
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| Kill 'em 'bout whatever, bet not ever get it bent
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| Bitch, you say you love to suck another nigga dick
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| Kept it real, get the money, ain’t no sense in actin' funny, did a bid
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| Came home then made her fuck him in front me
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| Back to back, cold-heart makin' all assumptions
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| Now we goin' far but you came back from travelin' outta states
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| While you other bitches hate back in the country
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| Record deals saw why I had to fuck with who love me
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| And this WCW, love to cheat on her husband
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| She from Colorado, she’d die for niggas who thuggin'
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| While her faker was in prison, two niggas stuffed in the cutty
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| Ball players runnin' trains on her and her buddies
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| Picture get depicted you hated me over nothin', motherfucker
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| Trust your aim 'cause ain’t no trust
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| All my gangstas understand
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| Another day (Yeah,) different time (Yeah)
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| But the same old story’s told (Oh)
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| Even when it’s warm outside
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| These streets can get so cold
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| Gotta love the game 'cause ain’t no love (No)
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| And that ain’t gon' never change
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| Gotta trust your aim 'cause ain’t no trust
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| All my gangstas understand |