| Nigga, I done fucked around and linked up with my nigga Cardo, nigga, God damn
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| Sock it to me
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| Good job
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| Numbers
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| Uh, uh, uh, uh, ayy, ayy
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| Uh, uh, uh, uh, ayy, ayy, oh-oh
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| It was a clear afternoon, the hoes was out
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| Slidin' up, cashmere, bro just got out
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| Bought him shoes and clothes, a zip of 'dro
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| A couple hundred dollars then he knocked him a go
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| I’m mackin' on a bitch 'cause it’s necessary
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| She bought a nigga Gucci and Cartier
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| I’m tryna go to Boston, there’s money there
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| I’m rollin' up a chop in the barber chair
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| Sprinter van with a TV
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| Every real P need one of these
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| I’m from the slums where shit can get real
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| You got a be from The Bay to know how I feel
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| I’m not famous, I’m just a real-ass nigga
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| Who needs a record deal when you know how to get it?
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| They tryna book Uncle Larry overseas
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| But for that, bitch, I need twenty Gs
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| Smokin' on a chop with the top down
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| I’m coolin', I’m feelin' alive
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| Don’t be callin' my phone tryna kill my vibe
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| Bitch, I work too hard to get this fly
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| I’m feelin' good today, I don’t want no drama, ever
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| I’m feelin' good today, so keep all that far away, far away
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| I make songs for niggas that live like me
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| And that bad-ass bitch that get off at three
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| Take a nigga number then call me sometime
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| How I make it out the trap? |
| I be thinkin' sometimes
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| Baby came through with chicks for days
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| Fuck my morals, I’m hittin' today
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| Then she blew a nigga phone up, these hoes is mainy
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| I was just tryna smack, I ain’t need no lady
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| Put my Nikes on then I grab my keys
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| Let me roll up a fat-ass chop before we leave
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| Sittin' on my couch playin' D’Angelo
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| My candle cost eighty dollars for the little one
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| Thirty K, all stock, this the real one
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| No Ds in the wash, still killin' em
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| I’m livin', life is cool
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| Matter fact, bitch, my only problem is you
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| Smokin' on a chop with the top down
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| I’m coolin', I’m feelin' alive
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| Don’t be callin' my phone tryna kill my vibe
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| Bitch, I work too hard to get this fly
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| I’m feelin' good today, I don’t want no drama, ever
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| I’m feelin' good today, so keep all that far away, far away
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| Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay |