| I’m walking in with a gang of niggas, with a gang of niggas
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| I’m walking in with a gang of niggas, with a gang of niggas
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| I’m walking in with a gang of niggas
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| Don’t open shows, they main eventers
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| Thrill as hell, them niggas bang on Twitter
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| All is well, eat a lame for dinner
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| Party hard so we can’t remember
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| See I’m the one that she call the future
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| Don’t call me baby, just call the Uber
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| Money on my mind, I’m Carter 2'n
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| Nigga dropped Numb and he started brewing
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| I ain’t tryna beef but she kinda choosing
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| Take yo girl and leave, I’m a party pooper
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| And I could fight, so we hardly shooting
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| Ready for this life, I’mma guard the unit
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| Yeah the flow dumb, but I’m far from stupid
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| Five on me, what a Harvard student
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| Don’t need no keys, yo this car confusing
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| If you rep the 3s, we the same gang
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| All for the love, we don’t gang bang
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| Need a hundred mil just to maintain
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| Whole city mad cause they can’t hang
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| Wait, lame I was made for this
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| You don’t want if you dont take a risk
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| You ain’t real if you play the fence
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| If it’s not the 3s then I ain’t convinced, nigga what
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| No Love, no love
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| No love for the other side
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| This what they want, this what they want
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| This what they want
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| Walk in by myself, no company
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| Labels call, wanna sit, have lunch with me
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| I’m not interested in none of your puppetry
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| I’ll cut your cord if you bungee jump with me
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| I don’t care if nobody fucks with me
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| Middle finger’s up, I do nothing subtly
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| Niggas wanna rap like me
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| Now they all my kids, I’mma need my full custody
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| No love for the other side
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| Don’t talk unless you want to die
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| I think to eat another fry
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| Lyrical homicide, no Ty getting Dolla Sign
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| My whole story getting novelized
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| No fables, round tables, bark like broke cables
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| Cooking these niggas like potatoes
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| Don’t save 'em, swear I’m Kobe, don’t trade him
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| Records getting spins no Dreidel, oh David
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| Doing features for fun, they all bang like I speak with a gun
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| Got a girl out of Spain, she don’t know any English
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| But speak with her tongue with her knees on the rug
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| How I do it, I leave with a shrug
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| If I want something done, I don’t leave it to none
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| And the crazy thing is that I’ve only begun
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| But they looking at me like I’ve already won
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| No Love, no love
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| No love for the other side
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| This what they want, this what they want
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| This what they want
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| I’m walking in with a gang of bitches
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| I fuck 'em good, no anger issues
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| No angels either, grab her ankles
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| Bae relentless, ain’t pretentious but I feel like it’s my house now
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| Like a nigga switched the drapes and changed the pictures
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| Watch your tone, change your pitches pitches
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| Ain’t a vicious, hit it from a different angle
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| Switch it Big Daddy Kane, ain’t no half stepping
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| When I mangle bitches from the back
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| The type to strangle midgets nitches, ain’t no pain no gain
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| Say it slower, ain’t no pain no gain
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| Woah woah that’s just plain old sickness
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| That I got inside of me, but let me operate, I got a doc inside of me
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| The dichotomy of a sick man that need welfare and healthcare
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| And WIC wick plans and withstand
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| When the lean kick in and look like a kickstand
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| It look like my kicks saying, ain’t fuck with the shits man
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| We hustle double and juggle and smuggle the bricks fam
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| You motherfuckers are phoney, new motherfuckers, you humble
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| Except when they in the midst with the King, and kiss the ring
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| And realize they in the jungle theyselves
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| I’m in love with myself, I ain’t chasing no no bitch
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| If she ain’t hop in my whip and she ain’t tasting no dick, sing to 'em
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| No Love, no love
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| No love for the other side
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| This what they want, this what they want
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| This what they want |