| Welcome to the city, where them niggas get busy
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| And them bitches all stripping, and the fly niggas pimping
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| Champagne sipping and the cocaine flipping
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| The whole team sipping in the codine system
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| From the block to the stoop
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| Stoop to the crib
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| Crib to the whip
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| Whip to the strip
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| Post on the strip
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| Kick it with bitches thats all on my tip, the tip of my dick
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| Tell em to lick, speaking of licks, I’ve been want to hit
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| A nigga with bricks
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| Willing to risk, my life with some grip, to say that we rich, bitch
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| Roll that weed, I’m tryna get high, strap on my vest, I’m tryna survive
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| Staying alive, rolling with niggas thats willing to die, nigga we prime
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| And I just hope this game don’t change me, I hope it don’t drive me crazy
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| Said it before, but only cool niggas can relate to me
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| Might be hating now might take a week
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| But Ima be the man just wait and see, cause I got plans from A-Z
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| And I got work and I hate to sleep, so that bitch better twerk or just take a
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| seat
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| Cause I’m the fucking man niggas pray to be
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| And it’s crazy, so crazy
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| This life shit is so crazy (x4)
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| Find me in them spots where them players be
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| Daps and pounds as they greeting me
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| Through smoke crowds like I’m seeing things
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| Them Backwoods and THC
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| And all the good girls wanna roll out
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| And all the bad bitches wanna go down, in the bathroom, or in the backseat,
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| or on a backstreet, or on a rooftop
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| Busy getting busy with a new bop, while you busy getting busy with a tube sock
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| I’m Tupacs with twin Glocks
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| Piss drunk and pissed off, looking at about 30 missed calls
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| And I don’t even know like where to start
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| These bitches on my balls don’t know when to stop, yeah
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| These bitches on my balls don’t know when to stop
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| It’s crazy, so crazy
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| So crazy |