| Slammin', used to sleep on the floor with a Kel-Tec
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| Got a bag I can’t bag yet because it’s still wet
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| Reaper man, I pay him a visit, ain’t paid his bills yet
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| Brain hemorrhage, blunt-force trauma, I make him feel that
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| I wrap and seal that
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| Sent out the bricks that had the Nike Swoosh stamp, I’m just doin' it for the
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| camp
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| Nigga sold 'em to the plug, now he shoppin' behind my back, uh
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| One thing about that bitch karma, she comin' back
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| If you trappin', keep a strap close
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| Nowadays, this shit became a trend to snake your homies out 'cause everybody
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| backdoor
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| But everybody Black, though
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| I let the fiends catch a bean, used to vomit off the secondhand crack smoke
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| Nigga got that PTSD from testin' the key
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| Gums numb, hope I didn’t purchase work from the F-E-Ds
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| 'Cause every time I see the judge, it’s like a scary movie
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| Fuck the court, real nigga can’t do no jury duty
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| Internet done altered this shit through a different game now
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| I don’t rap about dead opps, I let his name die
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| Shame how they blackball Kane, they scratched my name out
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| I pushed it longer than I expected to get my name hot
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| They wanna take me out this game like Sha’Carri
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| Black Illuminati, touch Big Rabbit, streets need a body
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| I got all of them leeches away from 'round me
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| You ain’t rich enough to get me hit, pussy, go up the bounty, uh
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| Spend some cheese, bitch, chopper sing, bitch
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| Brew him up, had him huggin' them EMTs, bitch
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| Turn the witness to Stevie Wonder, ho, you ain’t seen shit
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| Youngins on a mando' slide, this shit routine, bitch
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| Delta 88 with a cool knot in my tube socks
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| Now I push the goons through the boondocks in the coon tops
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| Penthouse in the city, my bops givin' me rooftop
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| Told 'em free my nigga G, ho, let the roots out
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| You feel my energy, they gon' remember me
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| Ain’t never had a friend like me, your enemy my enemy
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| Lambo crashed the whip and got plates in both shoulders
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| If he didn’t live through that accident, this shit could’ve been over, yeah
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| They wanna take me out this game like Sha’Carri
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| Black Illuminati, afghan doggy straight off the poppy
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| I ain’t trust him, had to dust him like Christopher Moltisanti
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| And it hurt my heart to hurt you, but nigga, streets need a body, yeah
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| I don’t house these hoes, bitch, get a hobby
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| She ain’t workin', then you ain’t got a wifey, you got a Tommy, yeah
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| I got all of them leeches away from 'round me
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| Bulletproof the Escalade, I got iron like Robert Downey, nigga, yeah
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| Fuck you lil' niggas (Uh)
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| (Triple-S exercise)
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| Kane
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| Kiss, haha
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| It’s what we do, nigga
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| I don’t do the Chrome Heart, I just do the home art
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| You can catch a headshot or you can catch a dome dart
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| Go ahead and put the kids to sleep, this the grown part
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| 'Fore we knew what Billboard was, we had our own chart
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| Strapped and they pull the car over, you take your own charge (Take that)
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| I ain’t never worked for nobody, I sold my own heart (That's right)
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| Smoke a fat one in the back right in my own yard
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| Playin' dominoes with my man, he in the boneyard
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| Now I can pay for the jet right on my own card
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| Niggas tryna go man on me, man, it’s on, God
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| Hand-to-hand with it, I ain’t never played the phone, God
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| Calisthenics and cardio, just tryna tone, God (That's it)
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| Your man got the semi, but he ain’t poppin'
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| My youngin got the bricks in the hemi, and he ain’t stoppin'
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| Lil' extra in the beginning to get him coppin' (Uh-huh)
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| He ain’t worried, 'cause if they get him, I get him Cochran (I got him)
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| He know not to fuck with them bitches, they get him hot then (He know)
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| Stay low, finish the work, he get a drop Benz (Yeah)
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| They just wanna be around money, but they are not friends (Nah)
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| Until you fall back from 'em, that’s where the plot ends (Yeah)
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| I’ve been reppin' the Apple since it was rotten (Mmh)
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| When you a golden, you can never be forgotten (Never)
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| They gotta ram it, you don’t ever let the cops in (Never)
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| I can have your funeral in the top ten (Woo)
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| A lot of niggas are nice, but they are not him (Jada)
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| It’s really nothing that you can do to stop him (Hater)
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| Call him the God MC just like Rakim (Woo)
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| And he done took some L’s, but yeah, he got wins
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| Motherfucker |