| Yo, yo
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| Uh, uh, yo, yo
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| My pops drove a Jetta with broken power windows
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| When he finally let them shits down, I feel the wind blow
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| They had jokes on Chuck like back when he was little
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| Bitches whispered to my girl like «Baby, why you with him?»
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| If I had a penny for every every Mark Henry
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| Or if I had a dub, for times they call me Faizon Love
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| But I ain’t phased by thugs or people that’s cool
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| Charles finally in charge and he breaking the rules
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| They riot in my hood, dusty niggas up to no good
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| Still turnstile hoppin' tryna hold on the profit
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| Reaping the benefits getting head playing genesis
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| You niggas ain’t full, they frontin' like they just ate
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| It’s a sample genocide when I ride on your record crate
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| Had to go ghost like Ricky Lake show
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| So I could just focus, show niggas a flow
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| Ask me if I want fifty, tell them give me fifty more
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| Don’t try to play me nigga, we out here getting dough
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| I got way more beats than I got rhymes
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| Them niggas got way more bullets than you got, slime
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| Don’t let it hurt your pride
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| Some niggas they was born to ride
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| Bonafide dealers that deal
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| My nigga here’s the deal
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| I need way more than a fucking 3.5
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| Im headed out to Van Nuys need to lower my eyes
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| Told 'em never ever fuck with Che
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| My nigga one more point, I scored for the hood today
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| Just for decorations
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| That’s it and that’s all, man
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| We do it for decorations
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| I’m in a GMC truck cruising
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| When I rap, blow a vessel need a blood transfusion
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| like a conductor when I keep hands moving
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| Don’t spill on the stage til I see hands moving
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| Crowd surfing in a river boat
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| You softer than the skin below the chicken’s throat (Real flappy)
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| I fold a rapper like a prison note
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| It’s tradition, open the over with mittens, I got the kitchen
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| Very heavy ignorant leather armor
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| That I’m draped in, taking a vacation
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| Dripped out and drapes down, straight out of the basement
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| Can’t teach old dogs new tricks
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| But old tricks on a new bitch is easy as shit, sit
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| Takes one to know one director
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| It also takes one to know one of the extras
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| I used to want to take over the lecture
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| Now I just wanna take over projectors
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| Am I being maybe over objective
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| Just to get another rep step collected
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| Just to get another check, it’s separate
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| The math metric, collecting
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| I don’t understand, you see
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| tell the truth
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| Cold chilling like I’m in the juice crew
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| Smooth as a coop cruise
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| Married to the game
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| Celebrated graduated new school
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| Ain’t worried bout the
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| I’m all about the truth y’all ain’t used to
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| My fist gets you hits like YouTube
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| Spit my scro’s loose, shitting nails on the moon roof
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| A dentist pulled the gold from the road
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| Stop me, you killing me
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| You gon' bring the ill out of me
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| Even David Blaine out the ice box couldn’t chill with me
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| Literally, give him the boot like Italy (Kicked him out)
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| Mad cause your shorty feeling me
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| And it seems I have the unlimited abilities built in me
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| Built to be as tall as a building while I’m building these blocks
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| monster toss you a thought
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| Practice a little mal-practice before I get caught
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| No! |