| Yea
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| Millzie
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| This is that
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| Soon as you hit the highway turn it up
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| Step on the gas soon as you light your blunt
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| My homey been locked up since '97
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| Just came home causin havoc, callin 911
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| Just last night on the block heard he emptied his weapon
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| Same thing he went to jail for in '97
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| Talk stupid, get a dome checker
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| Spray your with the AK, that’s my home wrecker
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| I’m long gone
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| Posted uptown in New York
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| Smoking Cali with the South Beach, the bronze on
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| That was a random bar but it was hella clever
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| Sorta like a finished puzzle well put together
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| Bedrock must’ve brainwashed niggas
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| On how I used to wash niggas, squash niggas
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| Yea, yoga zoomin with the flow
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| Fuck truancy, I’ll take em to school if they don’t go
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| No matter where I go I’m in a brand new, came deep
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| I know the spirit a star but I thank it
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| Hit the kill switch, this that black out kill shit
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| Lusty shanker, them gangsters is who I been with
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| Hundred pounds in an hour, yea that’s a real flip
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| Hit the club and serve molly, we on that pill shit
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| Ha, that potent music in my 6
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| Spendin dead presidents, presidential my wrist
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| I fucked your bitch, home wrecker
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| Text playin, you playin the chrome
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| Watch it, Millz talk to em
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| Yo, I’m like could hold you those pops
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| I got too much pride to work for sunny
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| Thanks but no thanks, I’m a make my own money
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| Fuck makin yo runs nigga, rather make my funds thicker
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| I learned what a bottom bitch was, readin iceberg slim
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| So you could blame all this pimp shit on him
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| Back in high-school I did the nautical sweatsuits
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| With the boats on the pocket, fly chubby nigga
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| Probably had yo ho as my sidekick
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| Now I be on some Dubai shit
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| And only deal with girls who do buy shit
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| W16 engine bout that achy
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| Sound like a bulding collapsing when I’m passing
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| I came from nothing, you can hear it when I’m rappin
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| Cause when I talk my shit I talk it with passion
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| Trust me when I say fuck these niggas
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| That is not a bar, that is from the heart
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| Whom you travelled through life is though the first in the car
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| Nigga movin too fast and drive and get popped
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| Hit the kill switch, this that black out kill shit
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| Lusty shanker, them gangsters is who I been with
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| Hundred pounds in an hour, yea that’s a real flip
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| Hit the club and serve molly, we on that pill shit
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| Ha, that potent music in my 6
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| Spendin dead presidents, presidential my wrist
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| I fucked your bitch, home wrecker
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| Text playin, you playin the chrome
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| Watch it, Millz talk to 'em |