| Thug nigga til the end tell a friend bitch
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| Won’t change for no paper plus I been rich
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| Yeah, shout out to the East New York
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| I’ve been on my grind, but the dope price is so high
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| Put my brother through college off this ski mask shit
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| Told him while he was in class I’m with smokers lighting up glass dicks
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| My white girl in the 'burbs she like to shoot up
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| Escaping the perfect life in the apparent way she grew up
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| I thought that our only mission on earth was getting our loot up
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| But in the pursuit of happiness parasites could pollute us
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| Hard times part time jobs can’t pay my
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| Gas bill light bill niggas wanna take mine
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| Life in the streets over gold and chrome feet
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| Police looking but I’m cooking ducking bullets all week
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| Got a freak I bag my dope at her apartment
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| Fight and got hot cause her baby daddy like to start shit
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| Knowing the whips get spray Mac-11, AK
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| I’m spittin on your grave 'cause my grand mama raised a thug nigga, bitch
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| Thug nigga til the end tell a friend bitch
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| Won’t change for no paper plus I been rich
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| Lord forgive 'em, he got them dark forces in 'em
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| Front lawn got Porsches parked in it
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| On it rimmed it up, this is the business of owners
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| Lifers, loners, rolling cones on the cover of the rolling stone
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| Good morning toke up as soon as we woke up, kurb check my low rider
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| And I spring my spokes up so I’m in the leisure so folk
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| Sixty lexes on the set of loafers
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| Smashing all them cockroaches on the corner
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| Stomp a mud hole in the beach bitch look at me kodak moment
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| Smoking one for Pimp C send Bun B a tweet
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| Telling me and Gangsta Gibbs will be in Texas next week
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| Tell a man with the plants bring a bag to the suite
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| I got a plan to get this cash homes this lick’ll be sweet
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| Got a cam in my motor then ran niggas over
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| To get to that paper I’m sure you friends done told you |