| I done poured so much lean in my cup that it got a nigga turnin'
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| Taking sip after sip plus my eyes red from all this weed burnin'
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| Cause yo everything I do it’s just gotta be perfect
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| Cause yo everything I do it’s just gotta be perfect
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| Cause niggas, niggas can’t jock my style
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| Cause niggas ain’t flee like me
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| When I’m sober I don’t crack no smiles
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| Cause I’m just tryna eat and ain’t a damn thing sweet
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| Just a young nigga turned killa for the skrilla
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| Xanny got me rolling like an 18 wheeler
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| Real talk, I ain’t had this feeling in a long long while
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| So I just wanna hang when I pop my slang
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| Cause even though I’m on I still rep my gang
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| All my niggas prime man it’s in our veins
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| No new niggas, cause niggas turn strange
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| Turned old niggas, most the niggas turn fake
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| Now I’m heavy in the game, some plottin' niggas see me in the range
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| With my plug now they scheming on my name
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| That’s why I had to go and cop a K
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| I’m in the hood, I’m good, I wish a nigga would
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| She tryna chill for real she know we really freel
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| My life a movie come shoot me
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| So I can make a sequel
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| I’m with my peoples no equals my crew is too illegal
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| Watch us burn like a hundred bands
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| And make these hoes do the money dance
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| I’m futuristic I’m too advanced
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| You had your shot but you blew your chance
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| Oooooaaaauuuh I’ve been getting faded for a long long time
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| That’s why I hate it when these bitches try to blow my high
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| Cause I’m just in the city trying to live my life
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| And I’m just in the city trying to live my life
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| Yeah lord knows, it’s just gotta be the cornrows
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| And the all black wardrobe
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| Uptown nigga with the rose gold
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| It’s either that or I don’t know
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| But these niggas all on my old flows
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| I’m just in my own zone like word to god I need a phone
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| Cause we took the whole 6 global
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| But fuck the world we immortal
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| Bullets sprayed at my old foes
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| Blood stains on my timbos
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| Yayo dance in that benzo
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| Wide body in the endzone cause Brandon Marshall my syndrome
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| Dollar signs on my mental
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| I need an Oscar like De la Renta
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| Freel nigga I be stone cold
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| Yeah I be stone cold
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| Freel nigga I be stone cold
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| Yeah I be stone cold
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| It’s gotta be a lot of thangs
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| Like them diamond rangs
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| And them fur coats
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| And designer frames
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| And them big chains with a lot blang |