| We are not the same you don’t have enough ice
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| I lift up my sleeve, and damn, almost went blind
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| It’s gon' be really hard to see me under strobe lights
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| If you see me with a F&N, nigga don’t mind me
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| (Diego, Bankroll Got It)
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| He tried to run up on a chop, I had to clothesline him
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| Sneak dissin' on the net got me dumbfounded
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| It’s gon' be a lot of funerals and closed caskets
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| They was screamin' free me, and now it go backwards
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| Ain’t worried ‘bout them comments on the net
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| Shooters with me that’s gon' leave a nigga strtched
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| Who don’t like me? |
| I cam in rockin' Cartier Patek
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| Sneak dissin' when I know you is a fan, I’m too icey
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| Ain’t worried ‘bout them comments on the net
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| Shooter with me that’s gon' leave a nigga stretched
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| Who don’t like me? |
| I came in rockin' Cartier Patek
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| Sneak dissin' when I know you is a fan, I’m too icey (uh shit)
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| Ain’t worried ‘bout them comments, cause I’m way too icey (uh shit nigga)
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| Ain’t worried ‘bout them comments nigga, fuck who don’t like me
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| If you dig it, then you gotta get the shovel
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| Mud spillin' while I’m dancin' with the devil
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| I’m a villain, but the lord will be my shepherd
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| Stick talk, left his body like a leopard
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| Once again, can’t nobody do it better
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| A punk rocker, I be playin' heavy metal
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| This was all, throw them fifty three hundred
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| I love the fit, but I gotta rock a drum with it
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| These is Bally’s from the police I’ma run in em'
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| I’m a felon on parole, plus there’s guns in here
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| Ain’t from the streets, I suggest you don’t come in here
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| I flood the studio with Neiman Marcus shopping bags
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| Ain’t worried ‘bout them comments on the net
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| Shooters with me that’s gon' leave a nigga stretched
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| Who don’t like me? |
| I came in rockin' Cartier Patek
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| Sneak dissin' when I know you is a fan, I’m too icey
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| Ain’t worried ‘bout them comments on the net
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| Shooter with me that’s gon' leave a nigga stretched
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| Who don’t like me? |
| I came in rockin' Cartier Patek
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| Sneak dissin' when I know you is a fan, I’m too icey (uh shit)
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| Ain’t worried ‘bout them comments, cause I’m way too icey (uh shit nigga)
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| Ain’t worried ‘bout them comments nigga, fuck who don’t like me
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| Niggas don’t like me, and I’m glad they let me know it
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| I’ma sit outside his momma house, then read a poem
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| Don’t worry ‘bout them Bentley’s double parked, that’s just a song
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| Good punch lines, but I’ma do a nigga wrong
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| Where was niggas at when I was sittin' in the can?
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| Where was niggas at when I ran through two hundred bands?
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| I’ma slap a nigga till' he wake up out his dream
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| Then tell him how I left his BM house, and it was cream
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| What is real money? |
| You don’t even know the meaning
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| To wake up, up in Heaven but still go to sleep with demon
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| What is real money? |
| You don’t even know the meaning
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| To wake up, up in Heaven but still go to sleep with demon (the ruler)
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| Ain’t worried ‘bout them comments on the net
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| Shooters with me that’s gon' leave a nigga stretched
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| Who don’t like me? |
| I came in rockin' Cartier Patek
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| Sneak dissin' when I know you is a fan, I’m too icey
|
| Ain’t worried ‘bout them comments on the net
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| Shooter with me that’s gon' leave a nigga stretched
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| Who don’t like me? |
| I came in rockin' Cartier Patek
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| Sneak dissin' when I know you is a fan, I’m too icey (uh shit)
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| Ain’t worried ‘bout them comments, cause I’m way too icey (uh shit nigga)
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| Ain’t worried ‘bout them comments nigga, fuck who don’t like me |