| Fuck the law, fuck the judge
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| Tell them free all my guys
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| Been doing this since a young nigga
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| Don’t know nothing about you other guys
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| Rob a nigga, serving packs
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| Folks know I’m catching homicides
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| Turn your back, cross me, well let’s call it suicide
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| Mama tied, yeah been with the shits
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| Let’s get the dramafide
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| Mama crying, couple bodies dropping from the other side
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| Couple british plugs, so that means I got London ties
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| Couple british plugs, so that means I’m serving London pies
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| No new nigga I swear we don’t fuck with ya’ll niggas Fake niggas
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| I try to stay away from fake niggas
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| Bad bitches, I love me some bad bitch
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| But never love her, but she can take my cash with her
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| Ball hard, cause when I die, I can’t take this cash with me
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| Still in the trap, trapping hard like I ain’t got a penny
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| Niggas sneak dissing, acting like I won’t pull up with that semi
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| Gun shows, young niggas, shoot till the clip empty
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| Mob life, trap life, acting like I ain’t got it in me
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| Bad bitches suck my dick in the kitchen where I’m water whipping
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| Seal all my work cause the dogs always sniffing when I’m road tripping
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| Cut a couple bad bitches off, cause they be goldigging
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| Real street nigga, I guess I was mo different
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| Heard of hardhead making so fast, I was different
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| Front on me, that’s when you gonna meet that cold feeling
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| Leave you on the ground stretched out, with some holes in you
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| If you real, you ain’t even got to phony kick it
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| If it’s beef, it’s nothing, I’ll just find out where your homies kick it
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| Put some money on your head, boy you better pay attention
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| Dope fiends call my phone when they need a fixing
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| I swear I don’t trust a motherfucker
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| I’m getting money like a motherfucker
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| And I don’t trust a motherfucker
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| I’m getting money like a motherfucker
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| Fuck ya’ll |