| I gave my life, my heart, my soul to you motherfuckers
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| How you gonna hate on me?
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| These sticks, these stones be with my bones
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| I swear I’ll burn this motherfucker to the ground
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| to turn your back on me
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| Fucking with a wild, wild one
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| I’m captivatin' the bitches, gold flow in my veins
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| In my Yeezy Adidas and I’m still running from fame
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| A lot of men to recover, a lot of money to gain
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| Double M in this bitch, like Troy Ave I’ma bang
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| Double park my Carrera, ever step, that’s an error
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| Go to war for dinero, you better get on my level
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| He lost his crib to the bank, while I’m swimming in dank
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| Lessons learned in life, nigga you give or you take
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| She swallowed me on the first, still a hundred a verse
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| That boy shells in the heat cause my last season was the worst
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| Pat Riley of rap, all my niggas got rings
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| Or at least a Ferrari, they need police on the scene
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| I gave my life, my heart, my soul to you motherfuckers
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| How you gonna hate on me?
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| These sticks, these stones be with my bones
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| I swear I’ll burn this motherfucker to the ground
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| to turn your back on me
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| Fucking with a wild, wild one
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| I did it for the streets with my mama in mind
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| I had sex with a twin, had the other one crying
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| Our time is divine, I recline or retire
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| I ain’t tired of the grind, I’m just tired of you lying
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| Told my bitch «I got your back,» tat my name on her spine
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| Got my hand on her ass, Givenchy’s on the gas
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| Got semis in the dash, I got a van full of ballers like a soccer dad
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| I just had to laugh
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| 1−50 in reverse and I know not to crash
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| If I roll my own joints, then I’m not gon' pass
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| I’m getting more paper, I need to get me more haters
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| I got things bling and this flavor, got this shit looking like Vegas
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| I gave my life, my heart, my soul to you motherfuckers
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| How you gonna hate on me?
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| These sticks, these stones be with my bones
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| I swear I’ll burn this motherfucker to the ground
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| to turn your back on me
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| Fucking with a wild, wild one
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| How you feel? |
| I don’t give a fuck
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| Love to tell a bitch nigga no
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| Pussy nigga get it out the mud
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| Multi-platinum, think I’m going gold
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| Phone ringin', put 'em on hold
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| Grinding, tryna keep it in road
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| Deal with shit that you’ll never know
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| By the rules, sticking to the code
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| Fast cars, status in the game
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| Got a reputation with the name
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| Passed the lane, I just want the change
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| Rappers lame, niggas want the fame
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| Get out of the way, bitches say I changed
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| Love the Range, that’ll probly change
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| Run upon me when you think I am slipping
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| Big shit gripper, I ain’t timid
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| Brinks bricks break’em real simple
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| You would think I’m talking recompressed
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| Big bitch always giving mention
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| Feel a way to get it off your chest
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| G Shock watch tell the time
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| These blocks over here is mine
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| Crap in the barrel ass nigga
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| Grab at ya while you tryna climb
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| I gave my life, my heart, my soul to you motherfuckers
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| How you gonna hate on me?
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| These sticks, these stones be with my bones
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| I swear I’ll burn this motherfucker to the ground
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| to turn your back on me
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| Fucking with a wild, wild one |