| You know what I’m sayin?
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| I’m workin on it
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| Uh, uh huh, I birthed you niggas
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| You keep acting up I’ma earth you niggas
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| Uh huh, uh
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| Similar to Moses, I would give you niggas Manna
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| This that Grizzly City grammar
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| This a brick inside a Phantom, fuck around, Instagram it
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| I could never ditch the camera
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| You can find me in the gutter, ditch me with the glitz & glamour
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| Hammer, on my hip, Cal, let a grip, Blaow!
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| Now you hit, hear that, loud in the spliff
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| Crowd know its piff leave you sittin' with the clouds
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| Body found by a ditch
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| All I need is a few pounds and a mound
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| I can pitch
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| Got a diva, got divas, chocolate brown and she thick
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| Went to town with her lips, southbound on a dick
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| Round-trip, leave a California cloud then I dip
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| On a prowl for the chips, got the crown in my grip
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| Leave you grounded and pissed shootin' rounds til it click
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| Hold it, down til every grizzly, 'round me is rich
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| Go head, lose yo head, put underground I insist
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| Shoot a rapper out his kilt, give his gown to my bitch
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| The meanest
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| Breathe, kill, murder, survive
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| Hustle, struggle, the pain, the pride
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| Breathe, kill, murder, survive
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| Hustle, struggle, the pain, the pride
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| Breathe, kill, murder, survive
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| Hustle, struggle, the pain, the pride
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| Breathe, kill, murder, survive
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| Hustle, struggle, the pain, the pride
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| I admit
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| I been hibernating
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| Public saying 'Why you waiting?"
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| Must be off psilocybin
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| Left me out the conversation
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| Trying to go from movin' grams
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| To a Grammy nomination
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| I done seen all kinds of hatred
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| Since the day of my invasion
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| Now it come, smiley faces
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| Foes by the congregation
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| Clothes from designer
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| Made it, safe with the combination
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| Club, got the bottles waitin'
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| Drugs, done in moderation
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| Slugs, for the confrontation
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| Homies, hollow cases
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| No congratulations, send my condolences
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| Yo career is over kid
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| Too much baking soda in it
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| He noticed
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| Ima name brand figure
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| Game plan, bigger
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| Who iller?
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| Bet you couldn’t name that nigga
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| Its 'shawn
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| I belong, at the top
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| In my palm, got a knot
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| Whip it soft, til it rock
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| Sell it hard, its my block
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| My turf, my body or my hood
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| My product everybody know whats good
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| Understood, Its 'Po!
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| Breathe, kill, murder, survive
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| Hustle, struggle, the pain, the pride
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| Breathe, kill, murder, survive
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| Hustle, struggle, the pain, the pride
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| Breathe, kill, murder, survive
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| Hustle, struggle, the pain, the pride
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| Breathe, kill, murder, survive
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| Hustle, struggle, the pain, the pride |