| Hey, wassup
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| It was a long way up
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| Still hang with my niggas, screamin' «Don't give a fuck»
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| So what you looking at me, what you staring at me
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| You dumbass thug
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| I’m from another land — mother Russia
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| You always talkin' Gucci in your tracks, I never trust ya
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| Not trying to rush ya
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| I’m on my own shit, I came here to bust ya
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| Got me with the flow gloves, broke jaws
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| Nah, you can’t see me, man, I’m like a ghost
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| Been a little boy, get your fame and get lost
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| I’m gonna blow my house, bitch, you know who the boss
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| All these Russian rappers can lick my balls
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| Hoe, I’m too icey, got too many goals
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| You’re not on my level, ain’t fading your place
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| Watch how I kill 'em for stacks, that’s how I raised
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| So these goddamn pretty bitches be like «wow»
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| Then they’ll love me, need a love how we sound
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| If you don’t know 'bout me, bitch, ask my hometown
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| Too many brothers lay here in the ground
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| So mama will proud
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| Son, ya home, escape again, he gon' die
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| But no matter what, we still fight
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| Still same dreams about the ride I wanna buy
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| Spark my blunt, boomeranging, get high
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| Feel lungs full of smoke, son, I’m alright
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| So many days just pass by
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| But I keep that OG smellin' so hard
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| Don’t need no travel to Mars
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| I always stay fly, we smoking five stars
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| So many days just pass by
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| But I keep that OG smellin' so hard
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| Don’t need no travel to Mars
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| I always stay fly, we smoking five stars |