| Mob, yeah
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| I know they know what this is
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| Mob, I know you know what this is
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| L-Finguz
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| They keep coming around
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| We keep gunning 'em down
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| First they didn’t know who I am
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| But everybody heard of us now
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| They keep coming around
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| We keep gunning 'em down
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| First they didn’t know who I am
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| But everybody heard of us now
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| They stay coming around
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| We stay gunning 'em down
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| First they didn’t know who I am
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| But everybody murderers now
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| They say it’s lonely at the top but it’s a better view
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| You never ate out of a pot that still had residue
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| At auntie house, you can’t tell moms everything you do
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| And everything you seen before, it was never new
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| I’m never spooked, tell the truth, I ain’t scared to shoot
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| I’m livin' proof, real nigga, ain’t a point to prove
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| It’s a bang gang thing, you ain’t in the loop
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| Ayy, King Jack, this a slap, nigga, just for you
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| I know, I know, I know you know what this is
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| I know, I know, I know you know how we live
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| It’s low on dope, we might just come to your crib
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| And scope, and scope, it’s how we feedin' our kids
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| Murder, extortion, bouncin' out of them Porsches
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| I can rock Balenciagas, I’d rather do the Forces
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| It’s important, feeding my niggas that’s less fortunate
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| If you do it to the neck, ain’t gotta worry about 'em pointing, nah
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| They keep coming around
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| We keep gunning 'em down
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| First they didn’t know who I am
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| But everybody heard of us now
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| They stay coming around
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| We stay gunning 'em down
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| First they didn’t know who I am
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| But everybody murderers now
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| Knocked some niggas down but I hope I never killed a child
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| Monsters, tall, came up hard while the bills is piled up
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| Landlord mad as fuck, gotta kick us out
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| 11 years old, 'member coke used to keep us down
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| Cocaine feed us now, dope by my penis now
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| Strap in my Levis and I just wanna kill that man
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| Rap so wack nowadays, it’s hard to be a fan
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| I just hit the trap and blaze no matter where I land
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| They keep coming around
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| We keep gunning 'em down
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| First they didn’t know who I am
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| But everybody heard of us now
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| They stay coming around
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| We stay gunning 'em down
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| First they didn’t know who I am
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| But everybody murderers now
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| You really real if you count a mil' and you still yourself
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| 'Cause if you fake and you in the way, you should kill yourself
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| Any situation, never put myself first
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| Bein' great ain’t always great, it’s a gift and a curse
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| Ridin' out to Cita Son, worse come to worse
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| Old funk, new chop, three round burst
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| And I can’t keep these demons inside of me
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| You looked me dead in my eyes and you lied to me
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| Now I look at you as a rivalry
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| Tryna monopolize, you used my game improperly
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| That knife you stuck in my back wasn’t sharp enough
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| Bang gang, it’s only killers in the car with us
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| They keep coming around
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| We keep gunning 'em down
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| First they didn’t know who I am
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| But everybody heard of us now
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| They stay coming around
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| We stay gunning 'em down
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| First they didn’t know who I am
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| But everybody murderers now |