| Fucking right, fucking right
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| If your bitch wanna fuck with me
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| She fucking right, fucking right
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| She keep pulling all on my jeans
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| She fucking right, fucking right
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| Every time I step out I ball
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| Fucking right, fucking right
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| 'Cause I ain’t got time to worry about y’all
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| You fucking right
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| It’s still bad bitches knocking at the door
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| You fucking right
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| They all bad bitches
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| You motherfucking right, you fucking right
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| It’s still bad bitches knocking at the door
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| You fucking right
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| They all bad bitches
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| You motherfucking right, you fucking right
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| I do it for my city, that’s never gonna stop
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| Fly city nigga, from my head to my socks
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| She want a ménage and you thinking I’m not
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| Won’t give me head while the other one watch
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| Take her to the crib, it’s just one of them nights
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| Ain’t loving your bitch but I’m loving my life
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| You ain’t gotta worry who the illest on the mic
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| Million dollar flow, I got a million dollar life
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| Loving how I’m living but it came at a price
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| Million dollar nigga got a million dollar wife
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| Try to push me to the edge but I never fell off
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| Had to get it with my niggas, now we living in a loft
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| Niggas wanted me to fail, I don’t know what to tell y’all
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| Haters on my paper, when they get the hell off?
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| Came back, I had to get it any time I said hello
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| Said a nigga hated me into a motherfucking buff
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| Stay the fuck out of my business, can I get a witness?
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| You’re talking to a nigga in the trenches
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| My own soul relentless, ball with you niggas while y’all watch the game from
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| the benches
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| Now I’m in the spot, I don’t need zone
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| Getting on the ones I like
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| She know when to fuck all night, man, she looking at me like you
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| Fucking right, fucking right
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| If your bitch wanna fuck with me
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| She fucking right, fucking right
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| She keep pulling all on my jeans
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| She fucking right, fucking right
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| Every time I step out I ball
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| Fucking right, fucking right
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| 'Cause I ain’t got time to worry about y’all
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| You fucking right
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| It’s still bad bitches knocking at the door
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| You fucking right
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| They all bad bitches
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| You motherfucking right, you fucking right
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| It’s still bad bitches knocking at the door
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| You fucking right
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| They all bad bitches
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| You motherfucking right, you fucking right
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| It’s ten deep, knocking at my trap door
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| Young years have been there whipping, working, serving blow
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| And these friends have been in my face like gangsters, what you know
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| 'Cause every time I leave the booth I’m a suspect, thought I murdered them
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| Finna couple in, got a wing, goddamn it
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| Real motherfuckers in the game, understand it
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| I was ready for the tears with the plug and the brain
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| Didn’t understand a link but my fish roast Spanish
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| I’m a motherfucking Midwest rider, Gary, Indiana, east sider
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| Only thing I serve is that fire, dope blunt, cut, no liar
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| Fucking right, fucking right, nigga wanna talk this shit then hear my fucking
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| lie, fucking lie
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| Nigga, I was in the dope spot, selling knicks, I’ll fucking die, fucking die
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| Young pimp nigga with a limp, needing your fucking wife, fucking wife
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| And she gonna hit my phone 'cause she said you
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| Fucking right, fucking right
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| If your bitch wanna fuck with me
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| She fucking right, fucking right
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| She keep pulling all on my jeans
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| She fucking right, fucking right
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| Every time I step out I ball
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| Fucking right, fucking right
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| 'Cause I ain’t got time to worry about y’all
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| You fucking right
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| It’s still bad bitches knocking at the door
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| You fucking right
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| They all bad bitches
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| You motherfucking right, you fucking right
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| It’s still bad bitches knocking at the door
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| You fucking right
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| They all bad bitches
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| You motherfucking right, you fucking right
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| When they let me in the spot, bitches rock and send me
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| Got me feeling like I’m not
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| The nigga that was already now I feel like I’ve landed on another planet
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| Running in circles, my circle got me on a million dollar yacht
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| Funny how shit change, niggas looking at me like this shit just came
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| Out the clear blue, niggas talking shit, I can’t hear you
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| Yeah, I knew my vision was realistic when I didn’t have a clear view
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| Fuck what you say, nigga, leave your mouth, nigga, fuck what you say |
| Sightseeing ass nigga, get the fuck out the way
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| Say I’m lost, same dreams, gonna wake up, a million dollars stuffed in a safe
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| Feel good, shit like a massage to a nigga, couldn’t believe it
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| It felt like a mirage to a nigga, I’ve evolved with you niggas to my eyes
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| Real recognize real and you look like camouflage to a nigga
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| Out the Midwest, did you niggas leave in that Michigan? |
| Yes
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| Indiana, Gary and it’s scary, we probably should be up in a cemetery
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| But we focus on this money and we try to be the best
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| I told y’all this shit is just paper so we blow it every night, fuck Ks
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| Hold it down for the city that made us
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| And represent for the hood that raised us
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| Fucking right, fucking right
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| If your bitch wanna fuck with me
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| She fucking right, fucking right
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| She keep pulling all on my jeans
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| She fucking right, fucking right
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| Every time I step out I ball
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| Fucking right, fucking right
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| 'Cause I ain’t got time to worry about y’all
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| You fucking right
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| It’s still bad bitches knocking at the door
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| You fucking right
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| They all bad bitches
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| You motherfucking right, you fucking right
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| It’s still bad bitches knocking at the door
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| You fucking right
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| They all bad bitches
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| You motherfucking right, you fucking right |