| But they show me they really don’t wanna make it man
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| (Who you be)
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| So I only give that good work knowin I’ma take it man
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| (Who you be)
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| Where I want to, yeah I’m broke too so ain’t no shakin man
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| (Who you be)
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| Watch me rise and drop these lines like who’s waitin man
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| Wait, bring it back let’s go
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| Ill state of light weight and nights across this globe
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| The process flow like countin years, we at it again
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| Embedded in sin, bet we get that cheddar and grin
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| When we (swerve, when we perv) that’s what we need to be on
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| The whole city as one, that’s what we need to be strong
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| Stop bleedin for charms, niggas out here squeezin them arms
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| Blackin chrome, back at home, spitters need to be on
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| They hustlers, niggas dyin to get rich
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| I’m applyin this big stick to the paper for big chips
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| Flip thick, cause I got no other option for scratch
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| The itch in my palm, got me contemplatin the strap
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| Like (blaow, like blaow) yeah watch out pow
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| I got a fetish for that fetti, fin' to dump out rounds
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| My gun is powerful, if I were you I’d duck out now |
| Cause I’m heated and I’m weeded plus I punk out clowns like
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| One two one two, my nigga on the beat
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| LongShot, _Civil War, Pt. |
| 2_, c’mon |