| Woke up, fresh out of class, we with Juicy J
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| Young TV, new fresh shit that’s rhyming in the back of L. A
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| I’m in my zone right now, get out of my face
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| I stay out of the way
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| Regular ride in the day
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| I was out here getting cake
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| I was outta my school, came back for few weeks
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| Wasn’t even acting cool
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| I keep it 1 or 2
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| I gave you niggas truth
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| My main chick Sarah Palin, she got her business too
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| I’m poking holes in the bed like I’m reading Dr. Seuss
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| The mango with the shit, its to get yo pockets loose
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| My momma know I got it, I ain’t never slacking
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| I’m perfect on my timing and I’m always bout that action
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| I stay feeling rap shit
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| Its a perfect score timing that’s ultimate satisfaction
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| She’s messing with my mind, swear it gotta
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| She got no respect, I’m caught up in a rap shift
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| I be on my rap shit
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| That’s why I be on my pastor
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| Spend it for everybody, that’s why I make it happen
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| Juicy Louis tagging
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| I’m Gucci get em sagging
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| In the city of big money, fat hoes and fashion
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| I’ma make it happen (x2)
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| If any means necessary
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| I’ma make it happen (x3)
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| By any means necessary
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| Call 911, somebody got shot
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| Somebody got murked, these niggas don’t stop
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| They don’t even care no more, rich or your not
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| Nigga dress like other niggas, that’s what its about
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| I call for 5 stacks, you still get jacked
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| You put some rims in it, you in a body bag
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| You have anything to do with stunting that mag
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| I got something for you bitches its all finna dash
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| Don’t make me let her go
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| Don’t make me lit her breathe
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| Cuz once she starts talking, she a never see
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| Something automatic, we gon' prepare trapping
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| You niggas rap about these guns, I hope you niggas packing |