| My story
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| My time (Ho)
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| Clockwork
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| It’s the Mayor, nigga
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| Ho
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| Overtime gang, winning shot, you know I’m Michael (Huh?)
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| The young niggas, they slangin' pistols, say that I’m they idol (Mob)
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| Ain’t really an idol (Nah), the Mayor, that’s my title (Ho)
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| Flip these pages of my life, get deep just like a bible (For real?)
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| This bitch, she want a title (What?), she know that I can’t wife her (Ho)
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| I freestyle by myself, I never jumped into a cypher (Never)
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| These punchlines hittin' hard, call them motherfuckers Tyson (Boom)
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| And yeah, boy, I’m a beast, but I be chillin' like a bison (Ho)
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| I’m humble, but I’m almighty (What?)
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| Try me, come out my body (Foo)
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| I’m tiny, but I hit hard
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| Nigga arm just like a shotty (Boom)
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| I smoke gas in the lobby (Huh?)
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| Trappin', that be my hobby (Trap)
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| These diamonds on me pissin', lil' nigga, go find a potty (Ice, ice, ice, ice)
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| Got problems, we can solve 'em (Huh?)
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| With me, it come an army (Mob)
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| And everybody double cupped up, movin' like a zombie (Mud)
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| You say you got some money, well, nigga, show me some money (Broke)
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| My young niggas, they itchin', they ready to take it from you (Mob)
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| Try us, and bitch, we gunnin' (Ho), double drum hold a hundred (Grrah)
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| Close your mouth, you know your baby mama drive a Honda (Broke)
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| I send a nigga, they comin' (What?)
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| They stir you up about that cheese, nigga, like macaroni (Mix)
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| Your mama gon' be screamin', «Lord, why did you take him from me?» |
| (Ho)
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| I sit back and I laugh and I count up on all these hundreds (Racks)
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| I’m laughin' to the money, these haters, they be so funny (Fool)
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| On the 'net, he gangster, I see him, he won’t say nothin' (Ho)
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| I’m finna drop this bomb, when I drop, it’s gon' be atomic (Boom)
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| Hey, daddy was a dope boy, nigga, what you think that I would be? |
| (Trap)
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| Told my mama I’d be back, I’m catchin' plays right up the street (Hey)
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| Hittin' lick for a couple bands, now they spend that on the feet
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| I was crashin', niggas looked right past me, ain’t show love to me
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| Now they double backin', steady askin', but it’s up on the fee
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| Now every time I see your bitch, she somewhere stuck on her knees
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| The homies 'posed to be my dog, why it feel like we competin'?
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| She suck me good, but X out all of the leeches
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| It’s fucked up, we ain’t have no OG to teach us
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| Gettin' hella racks off bag like I get bags off these features (Bag)
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| Since a jit, fuck on your bitch and nigga clean like the cleaners
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| Trap came from rappin', weigh it up and bag it (Hey)
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| Nigga try, we flashin', hangin' out the Magnum (Hey)
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| Different shit, ain’t average
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| Young nigga came from shit, they ain’t want me to have this
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| Now I’m bookin', yeah, she bad, but she broke, I’ma pass it
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| Now when mama call me, she get them racks on the average (Brrt)
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| She was worried 'bout me back then, I grew to a savage
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| Sell weed in all of my classes, then I started swipin' the plastic
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| Now my ice is bright (Ice), they gon' pay my price (Hey)
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| That bitch, she gon' fuck 'cause she know I can save her life (Smash)
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| Bitch, I came from Reading Road, she know my heart cold
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| Phone juggs and hittin' four-fours, nigga kick our door (Jugg)
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| (My daddy made this beat) |