| Rap shit aside, no cap 'til I die
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| For life, that’s my life
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| New to this rap, I bet I’m learning fast
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| Came too deep to be turning back
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| Niggas going mad when they hear me rap
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| All I see is flashbacks, cold nights in the trap
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| Lonely night’s in my pad
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| Rap shit aside I better get mine
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| Trapping out the hoochie was the best time
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| Now it’s time that I invest mine, fuck a deadline
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| I’m getting money of a punchline (hmm)
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| Gotta treat it like a crunchline, eating like lunchtime
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| Still need runners that I run mine
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| Gunchester got my hitters throwing gun signs
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| No sun 'round there like a boy dies
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| Say it for the wolves, I’ve seen a boy cry
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| I can’t believe that my boy died
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| Thinking if I signed, would I sleep right?
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| Couple Four Fives and machines would have my team nice
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| Meekz Money, Money Meekz I bet a G flies
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| I go back to licking pebbles on the seaside
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| Rap shit aside I gotta get it in the mean time
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| Don’t fall behind enemy lines
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| I’m from Gorton, the olders show me street signs
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| I know the youngers wanna do it, Cah D when he died
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| I don’t gangbang, I’m on the block, I’m too street wise
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| Come handle shit, handle it, and cook beef right
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| Kanye streets are greasy, get your block deep-fried
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| Fix up and speak right, look into a G’s eyes
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| Anyone can make the heat fly, you live in really deep light
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| Rap shit aside, I better eat nice
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| Told Breazy when I land it’s gonna be fine
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| Good things take time, so I’m just prayin' that they free mine
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| But for now I’m tryna get this dirty money off the street, grime
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| I remember movin' dirty to the fiends like
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| Meet me by the corner at the P’s vibe
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| Rap shit aside I hit licks with the guys
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| Hit shops with the lads and pour packs on the side
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| Big flick on my lap, I got straps on my mind
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| Did it plenty of times all them frenzies and fights
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| They ain’t no frendsies of mine
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| You might hit at our career and you ain’t lyin'
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| Did it plenty of times, ask my friends if I’m lyin'
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| Busy on the block then I’m sendin' the guy
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| No wages, the trap made me wise
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| Rap shit aside, ask my friends if I lie
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| No lookin' back like the skengs in the vibe
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| I bet I’m the best if I’m dead or alive
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| They say I look fly now everytime
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| Ain’t no rap money that’s gettin' me by
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| I know that nigga, he my nigga from Knee-high
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| I wish him well, I wish him well, I hope he be nice
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| Little flicker on my gettin' quotes for the heat price
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| Who knew that one day I’m gonna be nice
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| All I knew was dirty chap lobbin' with the heat guys
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| Hit a few plug, that’s a free flight
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| Free holidays, I did it three times
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| Hittin' other cities just to see what the scene’s like
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| Same situation in the studio at these times
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| Rap shit comin' like the t life, like the t life
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| Rap shit comin' like the t life |