| It’s Lil Snupe nigga
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| I’m the motherfuckin freestyle king
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| Mustard on the beat, hoe
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| Finna go and rip this bitch up
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| Free my nigga C4
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| Yea, look look look look
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| Check it, I said I only got a few homies hatin
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| 'Cause it seems like all of you other niggas is changing
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| I’m steady smoking blunts — that’s how I be maintaining
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| Stay the same, bitch, I’m going out the same way I came in
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| Ever since I got money people say I’m makin funny
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| But nobody was ill when I ain’t had none in my stomach
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| I only break bread with the ones who keep it 100
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| I fuck with you, I’m stuck with you nigga, that’s how I’m comin
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| I’m from a small city where niggas never achieve
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| But now when they see me I make everybody believe
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| I talk to the joss and I’m thanking God that I’m free
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| Livin crazy, know my granny steady lookin over me
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| But I gotta get it, I’m going hard in these streets
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| Every night, studio session, killin all of these beats
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| Body tired, so nice, I don’t even go to sleep
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| But I can’t go to sleep, my whole squad gota eat
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| Wake up, I’m blessed, straight kush no stress |
| Thanking God for my success, my bitches say I’m the best
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| I’m Charlie Brown in the flesh, can give a fuck bout the rest
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| Been chasin after my dream, I’m runnin into a check
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| I’m killin all of my features
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| Music gets through the speakers
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| I do this shit for the nichia, swear to God that I’m ether
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| I’m in it and I’m legal
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| Niggas they better watch it
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| Bitch I’m the hottest topic, I put that shit on my mama
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| I ain’t just coming up, sick, I need a doctor
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| Nigga we get it poppin, we shootin shit like a rocket
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| Fuck around, grab the chopper, 223 horse stopper
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| Sales they steady droppin, fuck everybody who watchin
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| The Boogey Man in yo closet, turn this into satchy
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| Cased up like a socket, nigga it ain’t stopping
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| For real nigga, you’d better chill nigga
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| Fuck the deal nigga, we’ll run up in yo crib nigga
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| That’s what it is nigga, we roamin
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| Run up in yo crib, we in that bitch til the morning
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| Put the guns in yo face, we want yo belongings
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| I got them dogs with me and all them niggas for me
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| Got yo bitch with you, man you won’t die lonely |
| Shoot you in yo rear, while I’m invading yo crib
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| Sayin give me this, give me that
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| Need this, need that
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| Seen it on the news the next morning with no feedback
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| Jump on to my features, I be where the cheese at
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| Getting high as the fuck, I’m askin where the weed at
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| Drink chasers over here, nigga we steady getting paper over here
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| Going major over here
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| Shout to nigga Mustard for the fuckin beat
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| I’m finna getting it, these niggas know that it’s for the streets
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| A young nigga, I kid it boy, I be droppin heat
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| I do this shit for my niggas locked up in the seat nigga
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| Free my nigga C4
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| These niggas already know that
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| I used to be broke but I be damned if I go back
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| I said I’m on right now
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| I’m fuckin bitches who be grown right now
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| I said I’m smoking on that fuckin strong right now
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| And my kush smellin straight like cologne right now, nigga
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| You niggas can’t fuck with me nigga
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| Wussup?
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| Ketchup!
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| Bye |