| See I been with the OGs
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| They told me y’all ain’t like that
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| I been with the homies all night rolling dice
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| The league wouldn’t like that
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| But they said I wouldn’t make this league
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| But I did, tell me how you like that
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| Mama said boy be smart with your money
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| I could blow it all and then get it right back
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| Them people got hits on the radio, but they don’t even write that
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| They just got the record on repeat, it’s catchy, y’all don’t even like that
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| The label put strings all over you, read every page, you can find that
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| But y’all needed the bread, so I feel it, you went ahead and signed that
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| Y’all listen to the clown that got on the street huh, he ain’t even fight back
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| He ain’t got talent, he provoke you to sue you, he ain’t e’en like that
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| See I only came here to work, I only got here from working
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| I do not need me no bodyguard, I’m so much bigger in person
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| That’s a jab, now I’m back on my bag, it’s all new
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| I forgot to snatch off the tag, I’m so cool
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| They can’t help but jacking the swag, but who knew |
| He could keep spitting and dab, so I get it
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| Watch out, dab on em
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| Hold up, wait, dab on em
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| Nae Nae, swag, dab on em
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| Now point, point, dab on em
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| See I been with the OGs
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| They told me y’all ain’t like that
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| I been with the homies all night rolling dice
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| The league wouldn’t like that
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| But they said I wouldn’t make this league
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| But I did, tell me how you like that
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| Mama said boy be smart with your money
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| I could blow it all and then get it right back
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| I ain’t gotta pay for the glow, see I already got that
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| Since when do people tweet about beef? |
| just find out where his block at
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| Put that Pell grant straight on the block, I tell the homies flip that
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| Cause I just wasn’t making enough, but I meant it when I said I’m gon' get that
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| See they say I’m wyling, I’m cool with it
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| As a youngin' battle rapping, I was true with it
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| So would you stop rapping when you finally got rich and for three straight
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| years you went to school for it?
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| I guess that it’s more than a hobby, my logo look good on her body
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| They got no choice but to love me |
| Every time I release it’s a body
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| When the rims the only one with a chain on it
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| And your mother cooking always got pain in it
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| Got money and the friends just came with it
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| Have you ever had a shirt with red stains in it?
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| See I only came here to work, I only got here from working
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| I won’t walk around with no bodyguard, I’m just a regular person
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| That’s a jab, now I’m back on my bag, it’s all new
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| I forgot to snatch off the tag, I’m so cool
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| They can’t help but jacking the swag, but who knew
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| He could keep spitting and dab, so I get it
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| Watch out, dab on em
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| Hold up, wait, dab on em
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| Nae Nae, swag, dab on em
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| Now point, point, dab on em
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| I been with the OGs
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| Yeah my OGs call me OG
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| I’ma tell you ‘bout the old me
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| Never played ball, I was four feet
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| Had the heart to play ball like I’m Kobe
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| But my trigger finger itching like the police
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| So I started slanging rocks to the dope fiends
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| Skinny nigga tatted up, thuggin' with the goatee
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| Nigga talking gangsta, please gotta show me
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| Ride through your block nigga, roll deep |
| Barely hit the gas on the slow creep
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| Give a nigga 40 like he drinkin' out the OE
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| But I’m a Don Juan with the hundun nigga
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| Diddy bopping, smoking Puffy like I’m Sean John nigga
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| But, we gon' take it to the league on ‘em
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| Said I’m up for the shot, put a screen on ‘em
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| Or we could do a fast break, get a lead on ‘em
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| Put LeBron at the point, put the speed on ‘em
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| You for the two, and JR put the three on ‘em
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| Anybody open for the shot, they put the beam on ‘em
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| Put Love at that four though
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| I play five on the low post
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| Chopper so big got to hold the cartridge
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| Got a couple fouls to give, I’ll take the charge nigga |