| Bitch, don’t try to settle me down
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| I eat, sleep, fuck, skeet, gas-pedal around
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| Get out, meet up with kids that keep that metal around
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| We ain’t pushing no gold medal, I don’t meddle with clowns
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| Run a ten-thou' block a day, five Gs minimum
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| Tryna hop in some shit that got the double M emblem
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| Vest and a ratchet, army jacket, black Timberlands
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| Bitch, cry if you want, I’ma live to stack Benjamins
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| Caught this nigga that stunted, played him there in the street
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| Now his shorty blowing my dick out of fear of the beef
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| Tears on her cheek, don’t ask me, I ain’t gon' hurt her
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| But stay away from that lame ma, you know it’s murder, murder
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| Them niggas on that other side is weak, they some burgers
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| Bump heads in the street, I put the heat to 'em, word up
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| All I need is some hooker stress, G keeps his hooks in check
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| Bitch, I should be in the V getting hook with neck
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| When I put back on the negligee look your best
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| Hold on a minute, yeah yo, what’s cookin neph'
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| Y’all niggas packing and ya acting like y’all shook to death
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| I’ll be back bitch, my nigga just got jooks and wet
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| You let me find out, them niggas getting put to rest
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| 5 Fam ride out, Queens borough, Brook' connect
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| Look at me, yeah I’m your typical nigga
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| And I’m out to get despicable figures
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| Picture me, G, baby ten years from now, pick of the litter
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| Kids? |
| That ain’t even no shit to consider
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| I’m just your typical nigga
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| Look at me, yeah I’m your typical nigga
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| And I’m out to get despicable figures
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| Picture me, G, ten years from now, picking their litter
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| Kids that ain’t even know shit to consider
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| I’m just your typical nigga |