| I’m not a rapper I’m a trapper
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| A spitter I’m a getter
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| I be posted on the block getting guap with my niggas
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| I grind I grind I grind
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| Yea baby I grind I grind I grind
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| Ayy
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| I’m not a decoy baby I’m a d-boy
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| See me fresh in d-t-s
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| I come thru with dem dees on
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| And baby I shine I shine I shine
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| Yea baby I shine I shine I shine
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| Ayy
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| I laugh, cause I rememba I was dead broke
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| Like I’m so muthafuckin hungry man my head hurt
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| Until I learned the game and made my head workk
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| Like get them bitches later, jus take this bread first, yea
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| I learned that man I was all rite
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| Went to a trapaholic, get money all nite
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| All day, soft yea we even gave em hard white
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| From bad work to brown weed man I dun sold em all types
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| Ma I done sold it all like from hustlin from all night
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| Struggling with all ma might man I done lived a hard life
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| Started with a half of weed n progressed to a ball like
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| Damn near made me wanna live the boss life
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| I ball like mike, tie game 5 seconds on the clock
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| Da narcs playin defense but I’m still gon' take the shot
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| Yea it’s hot to get the guap, I’ma give em all I got
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| Niggas think that they can see me, that means I’m on the top
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| I’m not a rapper I’m a trapper
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| A spitter I’m a getter
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| I be posted on the block getting guap with my niggas
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| I grind I grind I grind
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| Yea baby I grind I grind I grind
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| Ayy
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| I’m not a decoy baby I’m a d-boy
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| See me fresh in d-t-s
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| I come thru with dem dees on
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| And baby I shine I shine I shine
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| Yea baby I shine I shine I shine
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| Ayy
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| I said bitch I’m on the grind, I hustle everyday
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| Ain’t got no nine to five but u can get that nine for five
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| We got that yay ay ay ay bay, come around my way
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| Everything be a-ok, even quarters pass for o-z's
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| Niggas know we got that weight but ay ay ay
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| I remember dog we used to be slaves
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| Now we whip that white like it’s Kunta Kinte
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| Ayyy all we know is hustle get paid
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| Grind from the muscle jus to lay up in the shade
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| Cause I’m the man in ma city ain’t nobody fukkin with me
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| I be rollin thru ya hood ridin shotty with the semi
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| They be rollin on that good I be popping on that henny
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| Ride tinted, in the s-r-t with the hemi
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| See that bad bitch, that’s all me I be in it from the front and from the back
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| I say dis n she do that, I step in it like who that
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| That’s meek milly and them boys
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| We brought them choppas in the building
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| We be really making noise!
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| I’m not a rapper I’m a trapper
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| A spitter I’m a getter
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| I be posted on the block getting guap with my niggas
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| I grind I grind I grind
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| Yea baby I grind I grind I grind
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| Ayy
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| I’m not a decoy baby I’m a d-boy
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| See me fresh in d-t-s
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| I come thru with dem dees on
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| And baby I shine I shine I shine
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| Yea baby I shine I shine I shine
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| Ayy
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| I said, I don’t make it rain, nigga I ain’t rich
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| I ain’t gotta milli I ain’t tryna press a bitch
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| Nigga I ain’t signed, I ain’t got dem bricks
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| But I still step up in the club feelin like I’m it
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| We got squally in the building, he in here strapped
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| Omelly outside at the letout with the mack
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| Me I’m in the crowd, chilling falling back
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| Peeping out the scene I see a hater I react
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| Like u don’t want no problems, we come with them choppas
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| They call us the ladder boys cause we get it popping
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| We don’t do no robbing, all we do is grind
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| Hustle from the muscle nigga save up every dime
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| Everybody know I’m bouta blow like a bomb BOOM!
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| Pull up in the 96' impal VRROOOMMMM!
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| Hammas in the stash box dirty BROOM!
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| The holster in the passenger Gangsta Goon!
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| I’m not a rapper I’m a trapper
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| A spitter I’m a getter
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| I be posted on the block getting guap with my niggas
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| I grind I grind I grind
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| Yea baby I grind I grind I grind
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| Ayy
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| I’m not a decoy baby I’m a d-boy
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| See me fresh in d-t-s
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| I come thru with dem dees on
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| And baby I shine I shine I shine
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| Yea baby I shine I shine I shine
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| Ayy |