| Watch out, Southside is coming through
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| This year, we gon shiiine
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| Watch out, C.M.G. |
| is coming through
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| I swear, it’s our tiiime — 2x
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| Get your shine on, and get your grind on
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| And don’t you ever stop getting it, until your time gone
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| Don’t fall for anything, ok you gotta stand for something
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| (we come up out the hood, and we ain’t never had nothing)
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| They throw us crumbs in the hood, trying to cheat us to bleed us
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| On the streets we done seen, everythang but Jesus
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| If the Lord stay the same, we’ll be rich in the game
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| These haters they did it all, they got theyselves to blame
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| I ain’t never had nothing, I said it from the beginning
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| Losses ain’t in the plan, we hustlers scheming and winning
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| And they looking at us funny, like we country and crazy
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| But daddy he been gone, lil' sister a crack baby
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| If you ain’t selling rocks, then you smoking the cheese
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| The laws they steady spread, like a bad disease
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| It’s a hundred degrees, and it’s hot no doubt
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| And the road to the top, man it’s so far out
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| From the ki’s to the thieves, man the hood all in it
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| Gotta grind with your time, your shine come in a minute
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| Cause the gutter on the way, I swear we still pumping
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| You boys got me wrong, cause I’m standing for something come on
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| If you done been broke befo', then you know what the deal is
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| You know the fake folks, and you know who the real is
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| From the state of Texas, to wherever you live is
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| I don’t know if you stopped hustling, but I’m still is
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| And ain’t nobody, bout to tell me otherwise
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| Cause I stand for some’ing, unlike them other guys
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| Running off at the mouthpiece, spitting and talking live
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| Lying straight through they teeth, dry hating and talking down
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| If you ain’t bout stepping, your grind game up
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| You can save us both some time, by keeping your mouth shut
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| I’m a hustler homie, you’s a fake and a phony
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| How can you look off in that mirror, at your face every morning
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| Get you some pride, respect the game and keep striving
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| And never let the next man, keep you from climbing
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| I’ma tell it how it go, not how you want it to be
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| It’s your boy Cory Mo, Big Hawk and Lil' Ke
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| I ain’t never had nothing, and I speak the truth
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| A hundred percent truth, and I’m living proof
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| Ain’t flew the Coupe, had dreams of shooting hoops
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| I had to regroup, cause pop’s was a nincumpoop
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| Here’s the scoop, the head of the troops so my H groups
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| Are Snoop in a Coupe, and I wanted his loot
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| Start spitting in a booth, cause I wanted to shine
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| Vocab and punchlines, I was ahead of my time
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| I’m like the sun in your face, pull down your visor
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| Check the levels on your bass, and your equalizer
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| I’ma surprise ya, when I shoot up like a geyser
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| A tad bit wiser, plus a nigga spitting that fire
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| I’ma grind nigga
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| And for my nigga Fat Pat, I’ma shine nigga
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| And I know right now, it’s my time nigga
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| I done waited my time, give me mine nigga-give me mine nigga
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| Watch out, Southside is coming through
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| This year, we gon shiiine
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| Watch out, C.M.G. |
| is coming through
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| I swear, it’s our tiiime |