| Os iusti, meditabitur
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| Os iusti, meditabitur
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| KOBK
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| We that generation
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| Over grind or die nigga
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| Free tune
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| Yeah
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| All of my youngin’s some savages
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| Run in your trap, hit you up for them packages
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| Rob you for bricks, finesse you for pounds
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| Fuck all that talkin', they layin' you down
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| That’ll teach niggas 'bout playin' around
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| Cartel connected, you better respect it
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| Fuck up the paper, send you to your maker
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| They layin' you 6 feet under the ground
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| Ridin' with choppas, masked up like Chewbacca
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| Got dreads like a Rasta, free all of my patnas
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| This one for Sosa and Gio, I got yah
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| Bentley, what’s happenin'? |
| Lil ToeNail what’s crackin'?
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| Dub, TG, DuRu what it do?
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| Don Don, I see you laid back and be cool
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| I’m fuckin' this ho and she wet as a pool
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| I’m feedin' her dick and you buyin' her food
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| Shoppin' and robbin' and robbin' and shoppin'
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| Break bread with my niggas, you know how we rockin'
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| Hittin' these licks and countin' this cake
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| I don’t give a fuck, I’m bearin' my face
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| Hopin' I live to see me a new day
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| E got that choppa and ready to spray
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| I’m runnin' through bitches, what more can I say?
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| Kush came from Cali, shout out to the Bay
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| Niggas I know, they come shop for the work
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| Lay you on the floor and take all of your cash
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| Fuckin' these bitches, no cuffin' these bitches
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| No lovin' these bitches, they all for the smash
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| Niggas I know, they come shop for the bricks
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| Lay you on the floor and take all of your pounds
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| Got love for my niggas, shed blood for my niggas
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| Bust slugs for my niggas, I’d die for my rounds
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| Niggas I know, they come shop for the work
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| Lay you on the floor and take all of your cash
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| Fuckin' these bitches, no cuffin' these bitches
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| No lovin' these bitches, they all for the smash
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| Niggas I know, they come shop for the bricks
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| Lay you on the floor and take all of your pounds
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| Got love for my niggas, shed blood for my niggas
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| Bust slugs for my niggas, I’d die for my rounds
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| I be with the dope boys like that nigga Ricky
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| Money got me hypnotized like that nigga Biggie
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| It’s get rich or die tryin' like that nigga 50
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| And I’m about to go dumb like Timmy
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| You ain’t talkin' money, we look at you funny
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| Lil nigga you wastin' your breath
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| I told my niggas, «I'll see you at dinner»
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| We eatin' 'til nothin' is left
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| My bro in the kitchen, he chef
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| But he keep the TEC, you would think he a ref
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| That .30 on me like I’m Steph
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| But all my bitches as jazzy as Jeff, Fresh
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| Prince in the city of Queens
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| Chasin' that sack 'til they crown me a king
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| Sacramento home team
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| I’m better than clever, ball harder than Webber whenever
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| Whoever however they want it
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| No competition, ain’t got no opponents
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| My seat at the throne, they can’t stand that
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| Cause I Eminem, Kim and Stan rap
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| A nigga might start shootin' if I don’t know y’all
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| My city made a nigga’s heart so cold, dog
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| Your bitch got nice lips and I’m like road dog
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| Pour 4's 'til I’m throwed off
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| The biggest menace since Dennis and O-Dawg (Aye)
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| Niggas I know, they come shop for the work
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| Lay you on the floor and take all of your cash
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| Fuckin' these bitches, no cuffin' these bitches
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| No lovin' these bitches, they all for the smash
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| Niggas I know, they come shop for the bricks
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| Lay you on the floor and take all of your pounds
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| Got love for my niggas, shed blood for my niggas
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| Bust slugs for my niggas, I’d die for my rounds
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| Niggas I know, they come shop for the work
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| Lay you on the floor and take all of your cash
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| Fuckin' these bitches, no cuffin' these bitches
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| No lovin' these bitches, they all for the smash
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| Niggas I know, they come shop for the bricks
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| Lay you on the floor and take all of your pounds
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| Got love for my niggas, shed blood for my niggas
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| Bust slugs for my niggas, I’d die for my rounds
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| To keep it one hunnit, I’d rather get blunted
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| These bitches be all for the smash
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| I’d bleed for my brothers, I love 'em, we thuggin'
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| They run in your spot for the cash
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| A bitch nigga run up, I post up with gunnas
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| It go down they bustin' your ass
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| I’m up 'til the sun up, I’m juugin' with Bird
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| No Stunna, we overgrind hard for this cash
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| We ain’t kiddin' like JK, my homeboy got an AK |
| Only aimin' where your hood hang
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| It rock-a-fella like Just Blaze
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| The AK MJ how it give fades
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| Pussy niggas Shaq feet, boy you been gay
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| These niggas MIA like where the Heat stay
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| I’ma catch 'em with the work in the breezeway
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| Better freeze or catch a bullet like a Brees play
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| We need cake like a B-Day
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| I hang with my niggas, my niggas my woes
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| Don’t fuck with too many cause niggas be hoes
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| Bitches ain’t shit, they gon' fuck with your foe
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| All for the smash so I’m passin' a ho
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| Sprint to the money, I dash and I go
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| Cause niggas be bitches and actin' like hoes
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| Be screamin' «Fuck 12» when they call em' the most
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| Niggas I know, they come shop for the work
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| Lay you on the floor and take all of your cash
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| Fuckin' these bitches, no cuffin' these bitches
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| No lovin' these bitches, they all for the smash
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| Niggas I know, they come shop for the bricks
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| Lay you on the floor and take all of your pounds
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| Got love for my niggas, shed blood for my niggas
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| Bust slugs for my niggas, I’d die for my rounds
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| Niggas I know, they come shop for the work
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| Lay you on the floor and take all of your cash
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| Fuckin' these bitches, no cuffin' these bitches
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| No lovin' these bitches, they all for the smash
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| Niggas I know, they come shop for the bricks
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| Lay you on the floor and take all of your pounds
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| Got love for my niggas, shed blood for my niggas
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| Bust slugs for my niggas, I’d die for my rounds
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| Nigga go crazy on yappas
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| Run with them choppas, cookin' up beef with that China
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| I’m a young nigga who’s solid
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| Max on that shotta, Dub TG that’s on my mama
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| Show me a check or show me respect
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| Either way it go, I’m comin' for necks
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| These bitches around me, they know I got next
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| You takin' her out, I’m takin' her mouth
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| She strip on the side, I’m dick on the side
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| Broke down a whole brick and got rich on the side
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| Come to my crib, you see killas inside
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| Shout out to Beata, I’m from the north side
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| Bless up to Ghetty, I love the west side
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| Thuggin', thuggin', thuggin', thuggin' it out
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| Boy you shouldn’t doubt, come to my city, you might not get out
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| Niggas be claimin' they know me, don’t know what you talkin' about
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| Nigga don’t try to lil' bro me, you’ll get a gun in your mouth
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| My nigga that’s not a real Rollie, why are you playin' around?
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| See you let these bitches control you, you are not fit for the crown
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| Kings
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| Niggas I know, they come shop for the work
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| Lay you on the floor and take all of your cash
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| Fuckin' these bitches, no cuffin' these bitches
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| No lovin' these bitches, they all for the smash
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| Niggas I know, they come shop for the bricks
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| Lay you on the floor and take all of your pounds
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| Got love for my niggas, shed blood for my niggas
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| Bust slugs for my niggas, I’d die for my rounds |