| If you my brother, you my brother, woah
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| I’m not in jail, but this a letter, though
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| He plain as hell just like a shadow, woah
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| Rose gold rings on your daughter toes
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| I tried to tell you that just stay down, gotta stay down, stay down
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| We killed a rat, they can’t find him, I beat the case now
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| I got love for my brothers, we on PJ’s now
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| Pourin' Act' in lemonade in the shade now
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| I drip gold, baby, I drip gold, baby
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| Trill nigga never get exposed, baby
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| Pull the Viper off the showroom floor, baby
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| Bought you the Porsche out of Lenox, XO, baby
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| I done put fiber carbon the whips
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| All of 'em, uh, I pour up Act' when I wanna sip
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| Stop callin' me, uh, I can never get caught with the rip
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| Caught with a rip, put in, bitch, drink it like a fifth
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| Why do you complain what he did to you, baby?
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| Tell me everything wrong he did to you, baby
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| And I’ll fix it in one day
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| All at one time, I can fix up your fengshui
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| If you my brother, you my brother, woah
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| I’m not in jail, but this a letter, though
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| He plain as hell just like a shadow, woah
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| Rose gold rings on your daughter toes
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| I tried to tell just to stay down, just to stay down, stay down
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| I killed a rat, they can’t find him, I beat the case now
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| I got love for my brothers, we on PJ’s now
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| Pourin' Act' in lemonade in the shades now
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| Come straight out the hood, it gotta be heaven-sent, yeah
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| Thugger, he my brother, who knew that we were twins?
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| And if Slime say fuck you, I’ll spin your bend
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| Mob shit, YSL, slatt biz
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| Even that baking soda, I been gettin' solo money
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| And you know my cook game, that’s my potent potion
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| On the mat talkin' to Baba, yeah, he told me somethin'
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| If I show me somethin', I never quote nothin'
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| I swear to keep my mouth closed, I’ll go to the graveyard with it
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| I was born in the hood, y’all niggas was raised by women
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| Yeah, I told 'em I can’t get in trouble
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| 'Cause I got E5B's on, racks fit in my wallet
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| Feed my ancestors, yeah, I feed 'em up, yeah
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| Bitch, we eatin' calamari, fuckin' the Hollywood barbies
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| Stash the weed all in her garden
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| And she never side bargain
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| Rude, don’t ever go for that ra-ra
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| Sorry, dawg, and your old lady call me Dada, ah, ah
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| Kanye, Yeezy, I’ll go brazy
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| Pink Kel' with a Draco like I’m crazy
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| Why you pussy pink like a pig and you lazy?
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| Tell me, is it true that you won’t steal from your brother? |
| Woah, hey
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| I’m not in jail, but this a letter, though
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| He plain as hell just like a shadow, woah
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| Got rose gold rings on your daughter toes, yeah
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| I tried to tell you just to stay down, just to stay down, baby, stay down
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| They killed a rat, they can’t find him, I beat the case now
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| I got love for my brothers, we on PJ’s now
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| Pourin' Act' in lemonade in the shades now
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| I got love for my brothers, we on PJ’s now
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| I killed a rat, they can’t find him, I beat the case now
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| I got love for my brothers, we on PJ’s now
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| I got love for my brothers, we on PJ’s now |