| Gun with a beam like a signal
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| I was goin' through so much in the past
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| It was hard back then, now it’s simple
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| Plug down road, I don’t wanna drive up
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| Tryna meet me somewhere in the middle
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| Keep your ass low, he don’t wanna link up
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| See his bro in the sky like a symbol
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| Beef in the street, let it crash like a cymbal
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| The stick make him dance like Limbu
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| The paper get folded and piles get cleaned
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| Like laundry, then iron the wrinkles
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| It’s not old money, these new blue hunnids
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| On the faces, you won’t see a wrinkle
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| I make her runny, she told me she cummin'
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| So I let her go first like a single
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| Fifteen hundred in singles I throw up in seconds
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| The strippers I want’ll come vibe in the section
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| They meet me in the back with protection
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| This shit gettin' real, gotta move with discretion
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| Or else you’ll end up a projection
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| You gassin' up bro, if you know, he a rap
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| And he been on the stand like a session
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| I’m makin' that bitch bend over
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| She touchin' her toes while she ride my erection
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| The poles stay up like it’s time for election
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| The paper gettin' long like election
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| I remember I was in a Toyota
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| With a brick in the truck tryna get off the exit
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| First time I had to fly out a bird through the mail
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| I was nervous in front of the entrance, ha
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| But shit done changed
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| Now I take trips to the bank
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| Back then, it was minimum wage
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| Trips to
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| Trips to the nearest TD
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| There I go, withdrawin' again
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| I was throwin' racks in the cut
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| When I could’ve been makin' a name
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| I was throwin' racks in the cut
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| When I could’ve spent that on a chain
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| She was throwin' ass in the cut
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| When she could’ve been givin' me brain
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| Bitch throwin' throat in the club
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| I don’t even remember her name
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| I already forget
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| And the reticle glow in the dark on the Glock
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| I remember back when I hate workin' aside
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| That was back when I used to crack open them lines
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| Nowadays, I get fifteen for a backdrop
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| She gotta pick up her head when I make a backdrop
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| How the fuck I put a teller on my laptop?
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| In the Colorado mountains, this a nice backdrop
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| Put the beam to his head, turn it to a flat top |