| When I die hope my soul don’t fry
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| Lord knows I done tried
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| On my grind, parrots on that fire
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| Money on my mind, look in my eye
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| You can see I’m high, bitch, respect my mind
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| Step aside, you ain’t 'bout that light
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| You just tryina rhyme, my bitch would die
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| And she keep an eye, hand her 9 to 5
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| I wanna fuck, she gonna give it up
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| She don’t waste no time, doing fine
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| I’m dumping shots, one of a kind
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| You must be blind, can’t see me shine
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| The world is mine
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| I’m a G, bury me a G
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| In a pair of sneaks, fresh teeth
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| True religion jeans, man, I rest in peace
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| Bitch, I’m a G, bury me a G
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| Bitch, remember me, bitch, I’m a G
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| Bury me a G, bury me a G
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| Yeah, I’m a G, bury me a G
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| In a pair of sneaks, fresh teeth
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| True religion jeans, man, I rest in peace
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| Man, I’m a G, bury me a G
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| Bitch, remember me, bitch, I’m a G
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| Bury me a G, bury me a G
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| (Verse 2: Kidd Kidd)
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| Flipping coke back when I was broke
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| All I had was hope
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| Selling dreams, I’m selling soap
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| Just until I scope
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| Got my dough, now I want some more
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| You know how I go, hit the floor
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| Move or get smoked, it ain’t a joke
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| Boy, I need cheese like pizza, pizza
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| Gimme all your cash and Visas
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| Introduce my millimeter, please to meet you
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| It’s wrong but life goes on
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| Another song, sing along
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| One to the dome, that nigga gone, leave me alone
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| I’m in my zone, them zone I’m repping, it’s my own
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| I’m never stepping without my chrome
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| Shit is real, I’m in that field
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| I might get killed, I’m overdue
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| Before I do, I need a mil'
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| I’m a G, bury me a G
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| In a pair of sneaks, fresh teeth
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| True religion jeans, man, I rest in peace
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| Bitch, I’m a G, bury me a G
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| Bitch, remember me, bitch, I’m a G
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| Bury me a G, bury me a G
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| Yeah, I’m a G, bury me a G
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| In a pair of sneaks, fresh teeth
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| True religion jeans, man, I rest in peace
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| Man, I’m a G, bury me a G
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| Bitch, remember me, bitch, I’m a G
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| Bury me a G, bury me a G
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| (Verse 3: Kidd Kidd)
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| I ain’t gotta tell you, bitch, I’mma show you
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| Nobody know you, we heavy metals, we rock and rollers
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| We pop them coasters in your section
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| Go fuck that ' we split the dough up, we young soldiers
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| 15 and older, nobody told us
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| If they did, we wouldn’t notice, we on that corner getting loaded
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| This pistol loaded, I heard your crib is fully loaded, we 'bout to go in
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| Mask on, kick the door in, which room to go in?
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| We in them streets, beefing never cease
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| Rest in peace, man, I’d rather you instead of me
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| I can never be, play it like a sucker, never me
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| I’m a G, kept it G, you know where I’m from, 9th ward to the death of me
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| I’m a G, bury me a G
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| In a pair of sneaks, fresh teeth
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| True religion jeans, man, I rest in peace
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| Bitch, I’m a G, bury me a G
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| Bitch, remember me, bitch, I’m a G
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| Bury me a G, bury me a G
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| Yeah, I’m a G, bury me a G
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| In a pair of sneaks, fresh teeth
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| True religion jeans, man, I rest in peace
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| Man, I’m a G, bury me a G
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| Bitch, remember me, bitch, I’m a G
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| Bury me a G, bury me a G |