| Tryna get this money, that’s my one and only motive
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| Don’t come around my niggas, cuh we gully and you know it
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| I dumb down my lyrics for you dummies to decode it
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| When I say I’ve got the belly that’s a stomach full of dough
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| And blud, this is the moment where I slump an opponent
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| Dump off and then jump in a stolen
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| You’ve seen the car check, you know what I’m capable of
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| Of doing in a car then, it don’t take much to get me going
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| When I was younger, all the olders used to gas us up
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| Until we realised them brudders ain’t as bad as us
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| We ain’t having it, me and my advocates are adamant
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| Brudda, you ain’t eating with us unless you add to it
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| I’m tryna get the Ps and all you’re bringing is asparagus
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| I’m old school, I learnt to count on an abacus
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| Shit hits the fan, I can’t count on no amateurs
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| It’s hard being Casper in a town full of cameras
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| Buck-I, buck-I
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| Buck-I, buck-I
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| Buck-I, buck-I, buck-I, buck-I
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| Buck-I, buck-I, buck-I, buck-I
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| Find him in a piece, they’ll be my one and only problem
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| I’m in the streets saying fuck the world without a condom
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| I live in East, it’s always been my only option
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| I’m in the belly of the beast with all my people at the bottom
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| Blud, this is the point where I roll another joint
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| All my bruddas put in work even though they unemployed
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| Fuck the system
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| On a 60-bag
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| They can never say people from estates
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| Are a waste of space and they ain’t got much ambition
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| I’ll rebuild 100
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| We run the future, how’s that our fault?
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| We cough money, spit back into the ends
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| When you’re friends that are in the government are too tight to fork out
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| Scared money off, made no money and
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| That’s why I ain’t no stranger to a court house |