| We ain’t the same, you ain’t one of us
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| I’m from a block when guns we’ll buss
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| We ain’t the same, you ain’t man enough
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| I’m from a block when guns we trust
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| We ain’t the same
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| We ain’t the same
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| We ain’t the same
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| We ain’t the same
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Weezo
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| Bitches come and wanna ride me like a speedboat
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| I got freaky-freaky bitch wanna give me d-trow
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| Slide on me baby
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| Slide like a Skee slope
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| I know you haven’t fucked with no Weezo
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| Freaky bitches wanna slide on me like a speedboat
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| Slide on me, slide one me like a Skee slope
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| I know you want it
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| Baby, baby come and get more
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| Listen
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| Never been put under pressure
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| We squeeze the B out of the press up
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| Piling 'em slabs on the dress up
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| Rocky still like Slovakia
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| Still on my people some extras
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| Bring me 'em kitties with testers
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| Top Percil that’s clean white
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| Score points from a brick like it’s Tetris
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| From a boy, I’ve been the man
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| All I wanted was 100 grand
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| Write my paper room in rubber band
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| Probably got one wrapped 'round my hand
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| So they know I came to go get it
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| Alone go get some credit
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| You call I go to neck
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| With hold, you get the message
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| We ain’t the same, you ain’t one of us
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| I’m from a block when guns we’ll buss
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| We ain’t the same, you ain’t man enough
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| I’m from a block when guns we trust
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| We ain’t the same
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| We ain’t the saaaame
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| We ain’t the saaaame
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| We ain’t the same
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Gripping on a nina, Serena look how I serve
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| I was talking to the piggers, they hate that I fly the birds
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| Put on a mission, I told her to go berserk
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| I will never tell a rider to ride if I didn’t first
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| I got niggas doing time
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| They call off the prison line
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| So Imma hit them in the lights
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| I was hidden in the night
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| We’ll recognize real
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| Jiggas up in O
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| They say Tricky your flow cold
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| You know the motion froze
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| I had kitties that rolled over
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| Just like the road in Stone
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| And it started cos they started rolling stones
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| Never home alone
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| Probably with a bad b like Brandy
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| And stories kinda mad cos I was supposed to be with Ashley
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| Bro I came with my dargg’s
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| Stepping when I march
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| Told them if you get 'em then you press it, let it bark
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| And we were in the ends
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| Before they repped an end
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| Told them if they start, this is where it ends
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| 9 bills for the dots like the sins getting cheaper
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| Still I’m aiming high, I’m tryna lock off all the arena’s
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| God knows how many waps that I can buy for the block
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| But I’m just been and back tryna be a reader
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| I got shooters that would shoot for me
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| I’d rather shoot myself
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| I got youngers that would stab 'em rather poking myself
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| Forget the fame, this ain’t a game
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| Cah I’ll grab, then go on and bang it on dem pricks, it’s for the same
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| We ain’t the same bro
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| We ain’t the same, you ain’t one of us
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| I’m from a block when guns we’ll buss
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| We ain’t the same, you ain’t man enough
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| I’m from a block when guns we trust
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| We ain’t the same
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| We ain’t the saaaame
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| We ain’t the saaaame
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| We ain’t the same
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| Yeah, yeah |