| I got wound stripes, thats 30 years of runnin'
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| I should be with Big Meech, I get so much money
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| I started off finessin', and then I wash my hands
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| Do not touch it, if it ain’t them bands
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| I pray to messiah told him I want it all
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| Put me in the game, or I crawl behind the wall
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| I’m living lavish, smashin' on these pink toes
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| More paper than Kinkos, drinkin' bottles and they gold-
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| ROSE!
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| Drinkin' lean and its heavy
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| OKAY!
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| Yea, poppin' wheelies on a banshee
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| We throwin' money on these hoes and they ain’t even dancin'
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| And its coming back white, Marlyn Manson
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| They yellin' young future back, and he brought good crack
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| Macheveli
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| And im fillin' up my belly, with pies, vegetary
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| Im a dog on these hoes, veterinary
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| Yea, I make movies, tyler perry
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| Yo main dame, thats my secretary
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| But you good cuz I love money, february
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| Gotta lot of shit on my mind but can’t get discouraged
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| Apply major pressure, you better be weary
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| You bout to get your 'ish, dog you gon' get your 'ish
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| The preacher gonna say a scripture, I’m asking for forgiveness
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| I hear the streets callin', all the little ghetto children
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| Future all they know, astronaut pluto, numero uno
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| Im coming for your throat
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| Bitch I gotta have it, I know you waitin' to taste it
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| And I’mma murder every track nigga cold case it |