| Shinin like a star with a pass to lunar
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| If I catch a charge I’mma Martha Stewart
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| Married to the money like my momma Jewish
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| She was prayin to Mohammed I was buyin Louis
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| I should’ve been in the mausoleum
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| Now them niggas packin up the coliseum
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| And them fuck niggas I don’t wanna be em
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| Magnifying glass still couldn’t see em
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| Coke Boy BMF, 30 Meeches
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| Forfeiture, chop you up 30 pieces
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| Young fly niggas talkin 30 Visas
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| Your new car cost me 'bout 30 sneakers
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| If money talk I speak about 10 languages
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| I’m talkin heavy armor, heavy ammunition
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| I be higher than rockstar Plink Floyd haaaaaaan
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| Im talking Peter Frampton, Coke Boy
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| Bank account full of blood money
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| Hublot off of drug money
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| And it was all for the love of it
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| I stood and faced the music, I ain’t run from it
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| From the flow i get towed up
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| Might be worth it, just go up
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| Off purp I get soda
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| You can come in here, so what?
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| I get thrown in, we show up
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| I get straight to the bucket, left them hoes on the doughnut
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| Smoking straight to the grain, I done shake up yo frame
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| Pockets strong like cocaine, playin Saddam Hussein
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| Go ahead, go go go go ahead
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| Murder one, code red
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| They dont wanna go there, night night drop it here
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| From the jail straight to the money
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| I be bangin the hunnits, white bitch with an onion
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| Packed house out in London, Coke Boys, yea we run it
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| I done practice all winter, just a ball in the summer
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| Boy
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| Only real niggas here to die
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| They don’t want me alive
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| They dont want my gangsta ways, judge told me 2 to life
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| Niggas left me out to drive, only real niggas ride
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| Fake as fuck get out of here, hooked up with French took off this year
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| My city murder rate was zoom
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| Bands around me like a hoop
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| Bad influence growing up, told my mama I’mma shooter
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| Told her I refuse to lose her
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| That’s why I stuck to music
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| First hunnit k i move it
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| Get another hunnit k lets move it
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| News on, BBC
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| They want me too nigga
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| I raised my eyes still like ain’t that with no tool nigga
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| That’s right, they got me slow though
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| Can’t do no group nigga
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| Still till this day no one can say i turned new nigga
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| Okay I feel much better
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| I’m glad I made it
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| Coke Boy with my boys
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| We affiliate it
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| I used to look up to niggas and now they hate it
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| They waitin on my downfall, keep waitin
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| Tell em keep waitin
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| Shit real |