| I thank the lord I’m not a broke niggas
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| I’m dope, nigga
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| Change my name I ain’t like average Joe niggas
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| Up above of my above average, hoe nigga
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| Tight frame with a tight camera, toe nigga
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| I got killers on the front line
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| You’re on the sideline
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| Follow the guidelines or you be in the skyline
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| Killas on the inside, and on your blindside
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| Shoot you right between your motherfuckin' eyebrows
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| Oo, kill 'em — It’s that Carter 5, let me get 'em
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| I’m feeling like John Gotti Lennon
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| And you gon' respect my mind, and my sign, and my emblem
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| You got money on your mind and we’re aiming at your temple
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| Check me out or just be quiet in the library, nigga
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| Or the flowers on your bread gon' be dyin' every winter
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| And as long as I’m alive I’m a financial wizard
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| And as long as I can make a dolla outta dime and a nickle
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| Thank the lord I’m not a broke nigga
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| I get the money I’m a hustler
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| So if you’re buying what I’m selling, you’re a customer
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| See I can get it to you anywhere, anything
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| But it’s point-blank range, when the pistol bang
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| I mix it up, I fix it up, and I switched it up
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| I locked down this end and got it twisted up
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| See I’m a dog, but I LOC, with my LOCs
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| They say «You're what you smoke»
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| I grew up around dope niggas, uh uh dope niggas
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| I grew up around dope niggas
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| Yea, I grew up around dope nigga and cold killers
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| Most nigga was both nigga
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| Two sports niggas
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| I was no different from those niggas
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| But I was chose nigga
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| See those niggas somewhere with me in these hoes nigga
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| Momma was a go-getter, a coach nigga
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| Taught me everything I know, nigga
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| A soul sister, taught me how to be a goal tender
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| Support system for that bitch, you played her role with ya
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| And those children, I ain’t lying, slime
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| All my nigga balling, it’s a fucking team sport
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| I could change the world but I done lost the remote
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| All my nigga balling, that’s how it’s supposed to be, hoe
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| I could change the world, I rather change than be smoked
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| Coke sniffers and dope sticklers
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| And most niggas was both, nigga
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| Explode nigga, pop a motherfuckin' cork, nigga
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| To those niggas, 'cause life’s too fucking short nigga
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| Get old nigga, I ain’t lying
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| Got a gold mirror just to see my goal clearer
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| Be a role player, role model, when you roll with her
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| And they say you don’t need to be with us, stay on the road nigga
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| That way I wouldn’t come to the end of the road with 'em
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| Man, all my niggas targets, that’s including me, hoe
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| I could change the world, I rather change the people
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| And definitions 'cause we’re defined by our legal roles
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| All your haters fueling, my needle broke
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| Lord I ain’t a broke nigga
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| I thank the lord I ain’t a broke nigga
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| I thank the lord I ain’t a broke nigga
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| I get the money, I’m a hustler
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| So if you’re buying what I’m selling, you’re a customer
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| See I can get it to you anywhere, anything
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| But it’s point-blank range, when the pistol bang
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| (I thank the lord I ain’t a broke nigga)
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| I mix it up, I fix it up, and I switched it up
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| I locked down this end and got it twisted up
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| See I’m a dog, but I LOC, with my LOCs
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| They say «You're what you smoke»
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| I grew up around dope niggas, uh, uh, dope niggas
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| I grew up around dope niggas
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| I thank the lord I ain’t a broke nigga |