| Cut the fan on
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| Double O, lil' baby
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| (Thanks, Yakree)
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| (Slayer)
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| Killed my nigga, no rights
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| Now they wanna indict me
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| Shackles on my left and right wrist
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| I shook the system, now they diamonds
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| Talkin' 'bout smoke, okay, let’s light it
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| The way we hit it, you ain’t gon' like it
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| Big bankroll, still got problems
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| You can have millions, you still can’t solve 'em
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| Killed my nigga, no rights
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| Now they wanna indict me
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| Shackles on my left and right wrist
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| I shook the system, now they diamonds
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| Talkin' 'bout smoke, okay, let’s light it
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| The way we hit it, you ain’t gon' like it
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| Big bankroll, still got problems
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| You can have millions, you still can’t solve 'em
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| Uh, I’m a seven-figure nigga and I still got problems
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| I just wanna run up them M’s and go and cop me a new Lam' and do it tomorrow
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| Just 'cause we blood, it don’t really mean that we fam, my family know who they
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| are
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| I changed my ways just for my lil' son, for you, lil' nigga, go above and beyond
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| Ain’t doin' no cappin', a nigga run down on me, I swear you gon' be in a blunt
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| That nigga just rappin', everybody in the streets know they ain’t touchin'
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| nothin'
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| Niggas be cap, yeah, so that rap, won’t feel it
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| Talkin' 'bout racks, got plenty
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| I don’t see how they blame coronavirus, I blew up through epidemic
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| Bougie bitch gon' tell you spend it, a trick always reveal
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| A diamond, she gon' tell you flip it 'cause she always kept it real
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| And a fuck nigga, he gon' tell, have a nigga locked, waitin' on mail
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| If I got bond, always made bail, I don’t even get to make it to no cell
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| Killed my nigga, no rights
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| Now they wanna indict me
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| Shackles on my left and right wrist
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| I shook the system, now they diamonds
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| Talkin' 'bout smoke, okay, let’s light it
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| The way we hit it, you ain’t gon' like it
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| Big bankroll, still got problems
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| You can have millions, you still can’t solve 'em
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| Killed my nigga, no rights
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| Now they wanna indict me
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| Shackles on my left and right wrist
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| I shook the system, now they diamonds
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| Talkin' 'bout smoke, okay, let’s light it
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| The way we hit it, you ain’t gon' like it
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| Big bankroll, still got problems
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| You can have millions, you still can’t solve 'em
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| Even though I love these hundreds and how I add 'em
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| All these problems that I been havin' ain’t got nothin' to do with mathematics
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| I probably couldn’t solve 'em if I ain’t have ratchet
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| Was times had to sleep in the trap, no mattress
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| Won’t take a loss, I don’t wanna move backwards
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| I’m gettin' this cheese, I don’t care 'bout who havin'
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| I don’t really like leanin', but in the fast lane, I poured me a four up
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| Finna cop me a demon, but when I die, God, I still wanna go up
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| And we up now, I don’t give a fuck who was here before us
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| Remember back then, ain’t know us
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| That’s when we ain’t get no love
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| We ridin' with the gang, we don’t do no foldin'
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| We ridin' with them thangs whenever we rollin'
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| We ridin' with the gang, we don’t do no foldin'
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| We ridin' with them thangs whenever we rollin'
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| Killed my nigga, no rights
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| Now they wanna indict me
|
| Shackles on my left and right wrist
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| I shook the system, now they diamonds
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| Talkin' 'bout smoke, okay, let’s light it
|
| The way we hit it, you ain’t gon' like it
|
| Big bankroll, still got problems
|
| You can have millions, you still can’t solve 'em
|
| Killed my nigga, no rights
|
| Now they wanna indict me
|
| Shackles on my left and right wrist
|
| I shook the system, now they diamonds
|
| Talkin' 'bout smoke, okay, let’s light it
|
| The way we hit it, you ain’t gon' like it
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| Big bankroll, still got problems
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| You can have millions, you still can’t solve 'em |