| Don’t sip lean
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| Fuck dat drank stuff
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| I was Po' enough
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| Just imagine the power struggle where you ain’t got no plug
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| I only want the best but they treat me like the worst
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| Shit I do deserve the best
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| Man I came up from the dirt
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| I don’t talk much
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| But I raise the quota
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| I done had chicks cross every border just to ride and slide they tight vagina
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| On this anaconda
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| This will heighten highs
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| Bloodshot ya eyes and sank them lower
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| The lies are more entertaining
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| Truth is less profitable for us
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| Lucid, not gonna lose focus
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| Illusion, if I you see him falling
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| Conclusion, can’t you see he off this
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| Been seven years in the game
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| Nobody robbed me for my chain
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| Nobody’s disrespect the set
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| Nobody ever fucked my bitch
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| Evil nigga, slither to her crib and give her dark dick
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| Bigger spender but that’s only cus I work hard bitch
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| Destruction is a form of creation says donnie
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| But Imma different Darko
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| And this a different story
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| Hustle all my life seen the light
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| Through the tunnel
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| And I might wanna fuck with ya who knows
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| But tonight it’s a must that we you know
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| Let ya hair go, and I’m that nigga aye
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| In the land of the weak, they know I’m playing for keeps
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| His soul is beside himself, impressive the letter, E
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| The ricochet is the wick, when I hit with the way I will
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| But since I’m an ill nigga, I’m not phased boy, it’s a shield
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| How you feel?
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| Had to get my dough up, so what?
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| Now I’m back in it, like I sobered up, rolling up
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| They all witness to the wisemen
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| Husbands and their wives, and
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| Had some salt with niggas, tried to One-Up like a Heisman
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| Sonny, I despised him
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| I don’t do this for TV, my track record is Oz then
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| Never gave you permission, so why you feel obliged then?
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| Mutiny, my scrutiny aint cosplay
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| You all fake, all straight? |
| Go off late
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| The more I save, the more I stay the same without a doubt
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| Know it’s different, I’m a legend
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| These are credits, not just clout!
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| I just hope I see the day when niggas aint shooting it out
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| Cause it might change, how we gauge
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| The future
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| For our sake!
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| Hustle all my life seen the light
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| Through the tunnel
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| And I might wanna fuck with ya who knows
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| But tonight it’s a must that we you know
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| Let ya hair go, and I’m that nigga aye
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| And I always got the thang you know we smoke
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| Flatbush born from the county
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| Halos angels, devils fallen hero’s soldiers living on
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| GOD, hail mary Our Father
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| LSD, three tabs on my tongue bruh
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| NYPD, they can suck my dick and balls
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| NYC, rep that til' I’m gone
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| DTA, don’t trust anyone, or its
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| DOA, dead on arrival
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| JFK, sweats with my shades on, then it’s
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| LAX, hop out and get stoned |