| I know I can't afford to stop for one moment
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| That it's too soon too for me
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| Push the fuckin' pack off of the porch or break a pound down
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| Get this strap if it happen to blow, it make surround sounds
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| Pussycat on my lap, push it back and go to town down
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| Puttin' rap on my back and I'm blackin', snatchin' crowns
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| I done came back around like a nigga sellin' crack and pounds
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| I got a bag now but it's nothin' to brag 'bout
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| Gun blast in the background, I'm a black man with the blood hounds
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| MAC-10 makin' love sounds to a bad chick, she from uptown
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| I'm from down south, not a loud mouth
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| We could fuck around, hit the music, baby, cut it down
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| Hit a doobie while you do me indubitably, I feel like I'ma buss now
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| I feel like a buss down, when I shine bright, blind niggas is up now
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| In the cut big black truck, pack sacked up, you can pick it up now
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| Nigga, fuck it, okay
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| Push the fuckin' pack off of the porch or break a pound down
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| Get this strap if it happen to blow, it make surround sounds
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| Pussycat on my lap, push it back and go to town down
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| Puttin' rap on my back and I'm blackin', snatchin' crowns
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| I know I can't afford to stop for one moment
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| That it's too soon too for me
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| Me and my money attached emotionally
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| I get to clutchin' if you get too close to me
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| I'm at the top where I'm 'posed to be
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| Jumped in the game, niggas act like they coachin' me
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| 400 racks ain't shit but a show to me
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| I'm on the road and I bet that yo hoe with me
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| When I'm in traffic it's always a pole with me
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| Pillsberry, man, I keep dough with me
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| Hit from the back, she givin' me slurp and I ain't even pull my pants down
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| Jump in the box and slide to the other side, it's always a man down
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| Draw down, hands in the air, nigga, make one move get gunned down
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| Givin' out smoke so long, they don't even talk no more, just run now
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| No lock doors, I serve with a chop, bitch got spent, she was hangin' with a opp
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| We call him Mickey, he talk to the cops, I was on Pandear crack in a sock
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| Back in the day I invest in the block, fast forward now I'm investin' in stocks
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| I put a drum on a Heckler & Koch, don't play 'cause I'm very invested in shots
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| Push the fuckin' pack off of the porch or break a pound down
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| Get this strap if it happen to blow, it make surround sounds
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| Pussycat on my lap, push it back and go to town down
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| Puttin' rap on my back and I'm blackin', snatchin' crowns
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| I put the pussycat in his face 'cause he stay off Cheshire Bridge
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| Then I took it back, now he say that he shakin' and he shiverin'
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| Like the way it taste and he ain't ate it in a minute
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| They call me Yung Baby but I still got hella children
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| Shit
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| Sorry in advance for my bros, they'll whoop a nigga ass
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| What you whippin up? |
| (Woah)
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| JID in the back, if you lookin' for the dope
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| Niggas got it in the bag 'cause we trappin' on the low
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| And I'm the shit with the flow, give me a joke
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| Heard a nigga say that you the next? |
| No, no, no I'm the best
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| Tell them bitches stop the mothafuckin' press
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| Press stop, fuck a top 5 list
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| Get 'em a vest, he get lopsided
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| Fuck the cops we was runnin' from Rottweilers
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| Most of my patnas ain't have poppa just a popped condom
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| Couple kids with Alzheimers, .40 on his side, boy, you Mike Alstott
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| He on the block violent
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| Robbin' niggas in the hood and then swap genres
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| Green light, line a nigga up, stop sign him
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| Keep drivin', you will not find him
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| I'mma, I'mma, I'mma anomaly
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| I turned into a rapper ironically
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| I ran the bag up, back up, niggas is on to me
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| Niggas should honor me, if you think I'm a wannabe it's pretty comedy
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| I'm melancholy and cool, so camly bussin' moves, my truths carry velocity
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| Same posse since OshKosh B'gosh, pussyclot
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| Treat the rappin' like I'm pushin' rock on the stove with the Pyrex pot
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| The door stay locked, it don't say knock
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| We on they block, we own they block
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| It's monopoly games, we stole they properties
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| Smooth talkin' and moon walkin'
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| The same lil' niggas, small pond but a pool shark
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| I aim big stick, knock chalk off cue balls
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| Bang this shit, bang, bang, bang
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| Bang, bang, bang |