| A nigga been goin hard
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| Points up and abroad and I point 2 God
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| Nigga named Oscar cuz I play my part yeah
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| Lifestyle rockstar, my homie wilin out with the Glock out
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| Goin all crazy now we got all the cops out
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| Somebody tell that nigga «settle down»
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| Uh yeah tell that nigga get down
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| Cuz we rollin good ass roll down the street now
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| But if she wants Busta Rhymes we’ll tell the homie and you will get beat down
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| I came from the drunkies to the motherfuckin corp like I’m rappin to this beat
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| now
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| So believe me when I say pimpin ain’t easy
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| Oh Dali check me on the fuckin calender
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| Wilin out over time no challengers
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| Ex- islander, over time we over sundial and sir
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| Ten I got my own style to square
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| Then I picked up on my stylish shirt
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| To the Gs I know them girls
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| Fuck constancy you stylish derp
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| That’s all you say nigga while I work
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| Most profilic on the entire earth
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| More than fame got the people tryin my worth
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| Don’t waste your time I’ve been fly since birth
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| Mr. Ballantine you know how I work
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| John Wick until we do it I concur
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| Towards that commission niggas fly the bomb
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| Poppin off makin noise no silencers
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| You already know what the deal is
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| Holla at your cousin dank we are
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| Outta the sun, food for thought
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| Detroit Bad Boy, eastside westside let’s get it
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| Loyalty is everything
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| I’d tell yall to stay west up
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| But yall don’t understand what it is
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| Most of yall niggas are lyin anyway
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| Bless up to my brother Dilla dog it’s goin down, thank God
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| Food for thought
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| Let’s get it
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| I see you |