| Don’t get it twisted, I get money, guns, respect and I got bitches
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| They saying life’s a bitch but married to the streets, Mr. and Mrs
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| Police knocking on my door, won’t let 'em in unless they kick it
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| I been pushing foreigns but still pulling skits inside of Civics
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| This shit unrealistic, now I’m signing deals worth quarter million
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| Stealing from my mama everyday, was eating Church’s chicken
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| Was off the porch but finding ways of staying optimistic
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| Everytime the suckers slid, they popped the shots but opps still missing
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| No pot to piss in, ain’t no money bitches curvin' me
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| And since that bag got bigger the same bitches out here slurping me
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| Turned into the plug, ain’t even nobody out here serving me
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| And all these dirty pistols don’t hit lights 'cause ain’t no blurping me
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| Dumbass, what you thought catching me loafing was that easy?
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| You got tints up on that car, you look suspicious then we cheesin' 'em
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| Pistol changed the weather doing cold but we freezing 'em
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| Still yelling Free Squeeze but he ain’t trippin' 'cause he eatin' 'em |
| Name a rapper in my city who in this league
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| Bullets to his lobe gon' make him stall just like a six-speed
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| I’m easily influenced, been moving different like the rich be
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| And these shots gon' make him drop, it’s gon' do more than make you tipsy
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| RIP to Nipsey, lately I been trying to hustle motivate
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| See you doing better today, might show you lil more than hate
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| Weight up on my shoulders adding up making me overweight
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| Then they say pay attention when it feel like I done overcame
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| I’ma pull up in the whip and the engine so loud you gon' here when I’m coming,
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| tuh
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| Ain’t switched on a nigga, almost drowned couple times on my wrist when I
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| bussed it, tuh
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| My back to the homie and be the imposter, I’m playing among us
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| Hate nothing take losses if I lose it all 'cause I started with nothing, aye
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| Oh Nel actin' funny he got a lil money, it boosting my confidence
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| I’m so ahead, they’ll never catch up even if they were condiments
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| All of the Glocks got nics hanging out like we holding up oxygens
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| He turning on when he off of that pill, you know that we aye |
| Done with the block, love with the money you know that it’s changin' me
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| Yo cred from the streets don’t work with the bank hey what’s your thang with it
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| You adding the K behind all of our names but ain’t shot a thang with it
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| My youngest be spraying it Lysol really be cleaning the stain with it |