| My homeboys ain’t no rappers, they ain’t singin' songs
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| Put me in your rhymes, they gone show up at your home
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| Cause my homeboys ain’t no rappers
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| I said my homeboys ain’t no rappers
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| My homebodys ain’t no rappers
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| They not doin' shows
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| They not in no videos
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| They too busy movin' dope
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| Cause my homeboys ain’t no rappers
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| I said my homeboys ain’t no rappers
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| My little partner he’s so with it, he don’t take no pictures
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| Ain’t no photos just that .44, he go everywhere with it
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| Now this is real life, he knee deep in that white
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| Out here takin' care they family, they ain’t doin' it for likes
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| Gotta meet in person to discuss this feature price
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| He get 25 years if they catch him on the mic
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| Nigga ain’t no Source awards, ain’t no MTV jams
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| Just a nigga in the trap with that sack, flippin' yams
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| Pockets XXL and extended magazines
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| Ain’t no magazine cover, they just dodgin' undercovers
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| Go 'head, put me in your rhymes, let’s see how that turn out
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| My little nigga hear that record then come see what you about
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| My homeboys ain’t no rappers, they ain’t singin' songs
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| Put me in your rhymes, they gone show up at your home
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| Cause my homeboys ain’t no rappers
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| I said my homeboys ain’t no rappers
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| My homebodys ain’t no rappers
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| They not doin' shows
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| They not in no videos
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| They too busy movin' dope
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| Cause my homeboys ain’t no rappers
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| I said my homeboys ain’t no rappers
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| I always wasn’t a rapper, I was born a stacker
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| Coulda been a trapper, helped me get richer
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| Shouldn’t have been a clapper, RIP my niggas
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| Double cups and handles, I don’t fuck with liquor
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| Real street nigga, I don’t diss niggas
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| Fuck the internet, we gon' get niggas
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| Niggas want the fame, I ain’t into that
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| Switch up on his homies when he get a check
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| I’m just gettin' paid, I don’t sneak diss
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| I just keep it G on some street shit
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| Teachers told me I ain’t gon' be shit
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| I got rich and it ain’t no secret
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| I’m the wrong nigga to hold beef with
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| Send 'em goons out to delete shit
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| They don’t give a fuck, they just hit you up
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| Fuck this rap shit, ain’t no back and forth
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| Losin' your respect, I’ma keep mines
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| Fuck a peace sign, I throw up my set
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| Out the city now cause my city dry
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| But on the east side we leave niggas wet
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| Ninas, .40s, Tecs
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| Pull up on your block, leave your body stretched
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| Anybody next
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| You that nigga? |
| I’m that nigga, been that nigga
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| You’se a copy cat, no one honours that
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| We get straight to it, we don’t talk it out
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| Pull up to your house, catch you walkin' out
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| Let that gun go at your front door
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| It’s a gun show and you got front row
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| Tried to warn you though
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| You ain’t listen though
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| Now you bleedin' out on your kitchen floor
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| Get you murk’d off for that shit you wrote
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| Now that’s what I call a killer flow
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| Rappers wearin' wires, where the water at?
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| Niggas snitchin', he said where your honor at?
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| Young boy, I be where your momma at
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| Load the llamas up, where the drama at?
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| Bitches wanna fuck me now I’m popular
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| Niggas hatin' on me for a lot of stuff
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| So every time I move you know I got the tool
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| 30 shots to her, stand on top of ya
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| You ain’t livin' them punch lines
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| You fantasizin', you day dreamin'
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| You make believe, don’t play with me
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| Cause I pull up on you 'bout 80 deep
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| Memphis Tennessee, we ain’t bluffin' bitch
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| Stripper bitch might set ya up
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| We might book you for a concert
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| Make you come to town just to wet you up
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| My homeboys ain’t no rappers
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| They too busy movin' dope
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| Movin' dope, busy movin' dope
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| Dope, dope, dope, dope, dope
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| They too busy movin' dope
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| Movin' dope
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| They too busy movin' dope
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| They too busy movin' dope |