| Havin' thoughts of bein' the greatest
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| I’m comin' for that throne nigga, I’ma take it
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| And you know nobody gon' do shit, nigga I’ma take it
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| And you know them niggas don’t shake none', nigga I’ma shake it
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| And them niggas ain’t bust no moves so I’ma make it
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| When I touch that million dollars on how I made it
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| I’m the greatest, stackin' that bread, I ran the bacon
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| So the bitch wanna fuck right now, see you later
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| Christian Loub with alligators
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| And Givenchy on my ass nigga I’m so flavor
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| And I stay down in that booth until I made it
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| Poppin' shit, nigga I’m the greatest
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| And I had to thank goon goon for another day
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| I’m getting paid and it’s a million ways to get cake
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| Better feed your killers or get ate
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| Them niggas hungry and they’ll eat up off your plate
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| And I don’t play with them slime niggas 'cause they’ll eat up off your face,
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| yeah
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| And I float like a butterfly and I sting like a bee like Ali
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| And I’m ridin' 'round with that DB beside me
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| And I know I got my niggas beside me
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| And they strapped up, move like the army about me
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| And I trust in the gang, nigga that’s all I need
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| And I float like a butterfly and I sting like a bee like Ali
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| And I’m ridin' 'round with that DB beside me
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| And I know I got my niggas beside me
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| And they strapped up, move like the army about me
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| And I trust in the gang, nigga that’s all I need
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| On a rat race for that paper
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| Them niggas say I’m real loaded, I’m baked potato
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| And a nigga killin' shit, no Gucci Mane but a human glacier for that paper (Wop)
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| And them ho ass niggas don’t want to see me make and I’ma take it
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| So shouts out to 'cause nigga down with makin' or takin'
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| Nigga mistakin' when I’m vacant
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| Nigga start shootin' up shit, nigga what is you thinkin'?
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| On the road to riches, my niggas, and we gon' make it
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| Nigga sellin' the gas bag, nigga with tons of flavor
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| And a nigga came up in trappin', then I made it
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| Then GA got poppin', then Lil Kel got knocked
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| I was in the spot with Jude, I was cookin' up a block
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| Break a brick down and sell them bitches in rocks
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| We gon' run that brick straight in through the spot
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| And bust the profit down with my niggas, that’s how we rock
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| And I float like a butterfly and I sting like a bee like Ali
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| And I’m ridin' 'round with that DB beside me
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| And I know I got my niggas beside me
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| And they strapped up, move like the army about me
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| And I trust in the gang, nigga that’s all I need
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| And I float like a butterfly and I sting like a bee like Ali
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| And I’m ridin' 'round with that DB beside me
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| And I know I got my niggas beside me
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| And they strapped up, move like the army about me
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| And I trust in the gang, nigga that’s all I need |