| Yeah
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| Uh, coming out the house to a pack of that loud
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| I had it mailed in the mail
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| I got love for the girls in the crowd
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| Getting lost in the marijuana clouds
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| Hey don’t look down, homie don’t look down
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| Said I swim in the sound
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| Only thing more raw is the shit I put out
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| A go-getter, a gorilla, a trendsetter
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| Got vendettas with dope dealers with no fillings
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| I don’t feel those who claim they’re the best ever
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| You no dealer, my crew iller
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| Ya get scared, just a block downtown
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| Walkin' past a little van
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| You’s about to sell out
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| Slow dance i’m the man you ain’t go another round
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| Throw fists been a cage bird inside a dog pound
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| I don’t fuck with your sister, brother
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| Talk shit, you can kiss the gutter
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| Pucker up boy I fix the stutter
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| Young Gyyps be the wicked drummer
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| All hits we goin' skip the come up
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| I’m going big tomorrow
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| At seven ten gonna tighten the load
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| Meditate wake up with the sun
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| I don’t do this for fun
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| I do this so my blood pump
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| What it is what it do what the fuck’s up?
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| I came through with the nunchucks
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| Heard a little birdy listen, tell say
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| Yo Fel, get the girls with the boobies out
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| This shining you’re a movie star
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| Asking Gypps what I’m doing now
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| And what I’m doing now?
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| The fuck we doing man, this shit’s stupid
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| Yo, you gotta be like, you can’t be coming out with this soft shit all these
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| bitches might fuck with you ain’t no gettin' em
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| I like this soft shit, daaaamn
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| Somewhere in the midst of the mist
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| I’mma build a skyscrape limited edish'
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| Let Zep die or make it on the playlist
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| First check if they’re wired, if not let 'em in
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| Fake friends getting tired of the crooked handshakes
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| Know I got fire east coast clam bakes
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| Break bread give thanks say grace let’s pray
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| Eating off your plate like all damn day
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| This that shit, the bucket list missed
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| They fuck with this kid
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| Illustrious chicks be passing me fifths
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| We get facetious, that crazy gee whiz
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| All wavy beaches I’m crazy watch
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| This is popping off
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| Bitch be on and off
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| Neighbors called the cops
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| Fuck the mom in charge
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| See Fel little bars homie that’s all
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| Probably whoop your ass at rap and a dance off
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| Grooving down in the grill to some dancehall
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| Playing loud shit is ill I can’t stand y’all
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| Go ahead, pop a pill think you need to
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| Bro, you wack as it is you might need two
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| Or three or seventy
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| While I flow so heavenly
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| Until my girlfriend Ebony
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| I’ma hit like ketamine
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| Spliff thick like atta be heavenly
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| He a public enemy when he flow steadily
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| Someone tell the priest come settle me
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| Or another type of entity
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| I’m on my job like this tellin' me
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| Losing track of my tendencies
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| .I tend to see a coffin
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| Every time I get up on the mic and thats often
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| Yall should prob take my advice and keep walking
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| Deuce seven three in this bitch white chocolate
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| Bust!
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| God damn, god damn if ya heard that that one was hard
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| That one went hard, yea
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| That one was it, that one was it right there
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| If you ain’t never heard one right there that one was it right there
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| That was it right there, smoke one of that right there
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| (Yeah, yeah) Go getta eat nails for breakfast
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| Am a gorilla can’t comb my chest up!
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| Bless um deuce seven three the best of
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| Your girlfriends here and she tryin' to get some
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| Get drunk all drink whateva
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| I ain’t gonna stop till I seez the devil
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| And all my shit on another level
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| And all ma bitches I hear stilettos all pay for it
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| Can’t say that Prada I pay for it
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| Give me that shit that I can afford
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| Am just a product of bad divorce homie fuck tha lord
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| You never name drop
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| Rockin tha T-shirt or tank-top
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| I’ll make all your bread in one day watch
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| My women be bad look like Baywatch
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| We get wavy and shit — yeh
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| I’ll be the brace off the rib
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| No limits it ain’t hard to tell
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| I put my heart in my feelin' behind me
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| So I can keep grindin' and grindin' and grindin'
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| Skate all the time and
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| Ain’t poppin no molly shit don’t get it twisted
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| Candy Flip got your attention
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| How I can flow with tha message
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| How I got all of those visions
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| Man’s gettin laid bare looking like tha Beatles
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| I’ma hit tha stage in an all white vehicle
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| I’ma a switch lanes in an all white regal
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| Never been the same, with the all white people
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| No oone hit the pave to say right I’m featured
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| Working all night all night stay skeamin'
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| Could a been god or could a been tha reaper
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| Could a been anythin as long as you believe me
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| Homie to the press I ain’t added to impression
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| Show hard might so my left nut
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| Might go raw dont use protection
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| Guess what we ain’t even got tha cheques yet
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| My best yet hope I dont get arrested |