| I’m the only one that get the job done
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| I don’t know a nigga that could cover for me
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| Yeah, got some game from my dad
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| He said she might say she love me
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| She don’t love me like she say she love me
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| Believe me, believe me
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| I’m that nigga, boy they love me in the streets
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| I’m not tryna find nobody else to beat
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| I’m the one they come to see because they all
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| Believe me
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| Yeah, rip, rip rip
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| It’s been me and Young Tune off the rip
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| That’s the man that put me in this shit
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| If a nigga fuck with him, I’ll put him down quick
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| Got a verse for anybody wanna talk about the clique
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| I’ve been takin' shit light, you don’t wanna hear me trip
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| God damn, do y’all really know who y’all fuckin' with?
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| Yeah, I mean you can’t blame me for wonderin'
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| Doesn’t matter, could be winter or the summer
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| On the road, I do One Direction numbers, I don’t fuckin' miss
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| Yeah, Stunna and Mack know
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| When Wayne was gone for eight months, we put this thing up on our back
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| And I was snappin' off on every single track though
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| Collect call from the boss like where we at though
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| I was like, «Hah, it’s our time, nigga»
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| He left Rikers in a Phantom, that’s my nigga
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| And I’ll been rockin' with the team 'til Carter IX
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| And we YMCMB, waitin' on somebody to try us, nigga
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| Yeah
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| I’m the only one that get the job done
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| I don’t know a nigga that could cover for me
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| Yeah, got some game from my dad
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| He said she might say she love me
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| She don’t love me like she say she love me
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| Believe me, believe me
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| I’m that nigga, boy they love me in the streets
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| I’m not tryna find nobody else to beat
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| I’m the one they come to see because they all
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| Believe me
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| Lord knows I’ll murk one of these niggas, yeah
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| His and hers Ferraris, nigga
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| One for me, one for my daughter, nigga
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| Waitin' for someone to test me like a Harvard nigga
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| I tote a 223, two Michael Jordans, nigga
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| Come on, fight these shell cases like a lawyer, nigga
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| Find out where you stay, and act like we found some oil, nigga
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| Out of duct tape so when he prayin' I ignore the nigga
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| All I gotta say is «sayonara, nigga»
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| Drop dead gorgeous but the bitch ain’t dyin' for a nigga
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| Where the real queens at? |
| Shout out Capone and Noreaga
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| We can shoot it out and see who live to tell the story later
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| Diamonds in my Rollie face cannot be exfoliated
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| They think I’m associated, I’m the one that orchestrated
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| Yayo get her ass whipped, whip that ass like horses racin'
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| Ain’t 'bout what you walk away from, it’s 'bout what you walk away with
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| Dead Presidents, them coffins vacant
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| I must be doin' somethin'
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| I’m the only one that get the job done
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| I don’t know a nigga that could cover for me
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| Yeah, got some game from my dad
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| He said she might say she love me
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| She don’t love me like she say she love me
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| Believe me, believe me
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| I’m that nigga, boy they love me in the streets
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| I’m not tryna find nobody else to beat
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| I’m the one they come to see because they all
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| Believe me
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| Had to get it poppin' off the rip
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| Rich young nigga that ain’t never had to trick
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| Slim Thug flow but you know I like 'em thick
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| If she get a job at DOA, I drop her off a tip
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| I had to get it poppin' off the rip
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| I’m the one they tell yah been reppin' in the 6
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| Come into the city and yah niggas get to trippin'
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| We’ll take yah to the Scarborough Bluff and drop you off a cliff
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| Well damn, just be happy for the man
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| Nirvana, Coldplay, nigga got bands
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| Ink from the money, got it all over my hands
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| Goin' out to Houston, spendin' all of my advance
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| V Live just took me for a cheque
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| «Drake you know I love you, you just took me outta debt»
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| Yes, right now you are lookin' at the best
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| Mothafuck award shows and mothafuck the press like that
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| Mothafuck the rest
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| When they jumped off the porch, I was stumblin' up the steps
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| I’d give what I collect before I give up my connect
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| It’d be a cold day in Hell, icicles made of sweat
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| One finger, slidin' 'cross my neck
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| Niggas know what that mean like they deaf
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| Nigga I’ll fire this nina like it’s her first day
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| On the job and the bitch overslept
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| Tune stay humble, nigga I’m a king
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| Need a horn and a drumroll
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| They throw mothafuckin' roses at my feet, nigga
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| I don’t step on one rose
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| I’m the only one that get the job done
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| I don’t know a nigga that can cover for me
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| Tape a couple kilos to the bitch stomach
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| She look like she got a bun in the oven from me
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| Preheat, believe me
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| All you gotta do is pay me every week
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| I had these bitches havin' babies every week
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| I’m the nigga, see me skatin' in the streets
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| Gone
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| Rip rip, nigga |