| Yea
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| Yea, I better hit dat
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| You don’t understand bro
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| Listen
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| (Everyday I got paper plans)
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| Everyday I got paper plans (Course I do!)
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| Tell me a day I ain’t weighing grams (Tell me when!)
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| Turn 4 into 9
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| I’ll be pissed if I break this hand (Pissed!)
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| I see bro get a hammer and chisel (Chisel!)
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| All just to break this slab (Bruck it!)
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| Two bricks of the AM just stinking
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| It’s kinda awks if I take this cab (Awkward!)
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| Drop a half and a 9 to Mish (Mash!)
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| AB wants a thousand grams (ABs!)
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| (Ah thousand grams!)
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| Phone up the workers and round up cash (Ring!)
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| Step in the kitchen, box of the maj (Maj!)
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| Just looking like powdered yam
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| I just sent out a thousand texts
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| I might end up with a blocked sim (Sim!)
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| I was sitting on the dock, two hands on my lap
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| Yeah the Trident had me boxed-in (Fuck!)
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| Tell me if you think you could sit in my seat
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| Hear 14-to-life and not sing (Don't think you could!)
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| Yeah I said 14-to-life and not sing (No!)
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| I see bro get his timepiece bussdown (Bussdown!)
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| Big face with da hella rocks in (Rocks!)
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| I hit da town with the straightest drop (Drop!)
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| Why you think that hella shots ring? |
| (Ring!)
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| If Chase pulls up in the S
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| Leathers all red, bet your bitch hops in (Bet she hops in!)
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| (Bet ya bitch hops in!)
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| Yeah I bet that your bitch hops in (Damn right!)
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| All this weight that I move
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| And I still need to jump in the gym (Gym!)
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| Spot a opp, I’ll jump out the ride (Ride!)
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| And let the 4 corn run with da wind (Bow!)
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| A man stole that word, that was mine (Mine!)
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| But I let dem man run with the ting (Frauds!)
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| All my nigga does is boxes (Boxes!)
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| And he ain’t never jumped in the ring
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| You ain’t never been in a nasty bando
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| And thought you’d be better with a 9 to 5 (Fuck!)
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| You ain’t ever boshed the hell out the pack
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| And still sold that 9 for 5 (Fly it!)
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| You ain’t ever got a phone call 'bout a drop
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| And said nah you ain’t got time for the hype (Nah!)
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| But 20 minutes later find yourself outside
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| With a big 4−4 in the ride (Bow!)
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| I ain’t gotta talk too much
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| When it’s time I’ll get them punks (Get dem punks!)
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| Tell Screws bring 25 shots (Shots!)
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| These shots won’t get you drunk (No dey' won’t!)
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| 5th corn too dangerous
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| It don’t pierce, it’s taking chunks (Chunks!)
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| Hit a boy up and forget it (Forget it!)
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| Next day I’ll take bae for lunch (Wha' happened!?)
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| Out 'ere everyday, this shit’s gotta pay (Pay!)
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| 'Member dat day, caught a chase from the gunboys
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| They’re pissed that Mish got away (Mish-Mash!)
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| On the phone to Skeng every night
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| Three years that bro’s been away (Free him up, Free him up!)
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| When he’s home, he’s back
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| He just wants a new wap and an all-gold 18k (Flexing!)
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| I’m in Harvey Nichs, then we get the D-squared
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| Then a 34 or 6 (Let me get em!)
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| I’m on the phone to the plug
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| And he’s talking 'bout 34 for a 36 (He needs to cut it!)
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| I got alotta of the dinners and orders
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| This week alone I done 30 whips (30 whips!)
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| Just imagine if all of my bros had 30 clips (Massa!)
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| I just got me a half of B (B!)
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| Now I’m tryna find where I can lock dis' (Where?)
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| Fling it in a bowl
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| I need a whole lotta' ice just to lock dis' (Lock Dis'!)
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| In the trap playing Bags & Boxes (Boxes!)
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| Tryna help bro bag these boxes (Squares!)
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| A boy tried taking bro for a joke (How?)
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| Till he got mad then cocked it (Bow!)
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| I was on bail tryna make it all
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| Till I got locked up and lost it (Fuck!)
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| Two drills and they both intense (Intense!)
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| I’m surprised me and bro never lost it (Mad!)
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| A boy pissed that we won dat wand (Wand!)
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| You woulda thought me and bro woulda lost it
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| (Thank God we didn’t!)
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| But I do it for my guys that took it to trial to fight and lost it
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| (Free em' up!)
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| Took it to trial and lost it |