| Why I gotta talk like this, act like that?
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| I ain’t bout' to bite my tongue, hold my breath
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| Do I really love her, Im so convinced
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| I don’t want another I told her this
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| Bankroll stamped with my print, say I’m on it again
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| I would count up my losses, and multiply them by wins
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| Make them love it (Yeah they do)
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| Quit that judging (Who are you)
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| Selling lies where you lost
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| No excuses for my faults
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| My third tape in the vault, with the gang
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| Know I trust, Yelling fuck every label
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| They will never get us
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| City goes so crazy, land of the shady
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| Know it’s that 414 baby
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| Turn it high
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| Uplift
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| Make em' vibe off this
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| Knew the music all we had, so we would die for the shit
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| They won’t cop it if it’s false, so you don’t lie about shit
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| Diamond for my momma, Damier my bracelet on a bitch
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| I’ll say it louder if I got to
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| I don’t think these niggas near me
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| You weary
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| I’m frisky
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| On edge
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| Do not tempt me
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| The feeling, she say I be killing them, so gently
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| (I'm on, on)
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| On edge, everything they said I shouldn’t
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| One nine, do the things they said I couldn’t
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| Comfortably laid back at 4am
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| Say the life legit, is it made for him
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| Made for those stars, we ain’t aim for them
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| Open up the doors, gang is moving in
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| MVP had 6 rings up, had six rings up in this sixth
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| Since the icey shoe, dreaming in the fifth
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| No complaining, tell em we gone make our way
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| Beaming in the 7, smoke an eighth a day
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| Love in the west, take it to the bay
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| Now they want the vocals, Imma' compensate
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| Holy book, bring the vinyls out the crates
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| Lost niggas, promise we gone be okay
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| Fuck the hate mail, for the fan page
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| Richie chain glisten on a dark day
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| Why I gotta talk like this, act like that?
|
| I ain’t bout' to bite my tongue, hold my breath
|
| Do I really love her, Im so convinced
|
| I don’t want another I told her this
|
| Bankroll stamped with my print, say I’m on it again
|
| I would count up my losses, and multiply them by wins
|
| Make them love it (Yeah they do)
|
| Quit that judging (Who are you)
|
| Selling lies where you lost
|
| No excuses for my faults
|
| My third tape in the vault, with the gang
|
| Know I trust, Yelling fuck every label
|
| They will never get us
|
| City goes so crazy, land of the shady
|
| Know it’s that 414 baby
|
| Turn it high
|
| Uplift
|
| Make em' vibe off this
|
| Knew the music all we had, so we would die for the shit
|
| They won’t cop it if it’s false, so you don’t lie about shit
|
| Diamond for my momma, Damier my bracelet on a bitch |