| We ain’t got a worry in our head
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| Whatever beef we had already dead
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| We running shit, that’s right, that’s what I said
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| And it’s official from the cradle to the grave like
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| Apartment, it’s coming out of Austin
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| I’m on my way to home on a private charter from Boston
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| Niggas already talking, these bitches already stalking
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| I bigger the jack is coming, I’m balling so I’m a target
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| I got that 911 if you want it, bring out your coffin
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| These niggas gon get you twisted and floating like you’re a dolphin
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| And they ain’t got no other or better shit on the market
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| All you niggas selling garbage
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| Go put that shit in the toilet and flush it
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| You know why they don’t school from you no more cause they don’t trust it
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| You had some loyal customers but now they all disgusted
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| I pop up out of nowhere with that fire like surprise
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| When you see me in the club, me and my niggas looking fly like
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| I’m out here in the thuggin, don’t worry me for nothing
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| Say you don’t believe in God today you gon' believe in something
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| My niggas in there with me, they buckets twisting to be famous
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| They searchers at the door but we still in here with them bangers
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| Security can’t control us, can’t hold us, they can’t contain us
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| A couple had to quit cause they said this shit was too dangerous
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| I’m a while dope and I smoke like a Californian
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| And I don’t want your hoe but I fucked her cause I was on it
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| Dope won’t sell itself shit, it don’t need no advertisement
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| They running back and forth I got these bitches exercising
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| Bought shit from over seas, they say it’s 'ganistan
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| And I got that flavor everybody want, it’s |