| Yo, I grew up like a regular cat
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| Some nigga hit me with consignment
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| Shit, yo I’ll settle with that
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| Went to my block, got it off and copped metal with that
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| So if a nigga ever frontin', I’ma wet him with that
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| Yo, I grew up like a regular cat
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| Some nigga hit me with consignment
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| Shit, yo I’ll settle with that
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| Went to my block, got it off and copped metal with that
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| So if a nigga ever frontin', I’ma wet him with that
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| My guns, my credentials, I’m geased up
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| Hate a nigga that don’t know me and swear that Bleek front
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| 'Cause I’m a little nigga, so what, I did my thang
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| Now I came up, fuck a nigga gon' tell me?
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| Before this Bleek shit, a nigga couldn’t eat and shit
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| I sold drugs, fascinated by this sneaker shit
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| On hot days, I found ways to clock pay
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| Had yellow tops now my tops is gray
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| 'Cause one these lame niggas got the color of mine
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| But one problem, niggas work ain’t as butter as mine
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| And you got to believe
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| Yo I’m dope in its rawest form, poppy seed
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| And you got to be weed, I got a ounce of D and no clientele
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| But when the sun goes down I hit the strips for sales
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| Clock mail, half of my dogs ain’t Rottweil
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| We 'bout to work wholesale, and flip the price to retail
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| What
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| Yo, I grew up like a regular cat
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| Some nigga hit me with consignment
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| Shit, yo I’ll settle with that
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| Went to my block, got it off and copped metal with that
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| So if a nigga ever frontin', I’ma wet him with that
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| Yo, I grew up like a regular cat
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| Some nigga hit me with consignment
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| Shit, yo I’ll settle with that
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| Went to my block, got it off and copped metal with that
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| So if a nigga ever frontin', I’ma wet him with that
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| I got the hood in me, so I guess I’m no good, nigga
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| I stay strapped 'cause I know a nigga could, nigga
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| I chop grams in the crib with my man
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| We blew L’s and politicked on how to expand
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| We supplied the vein
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| Promised to go out in a blaze
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| Before them pigs lock the game
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| We gotta maintain in this world of cold blood
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| It’s no love, niggas will back out heat and let you hold slugs
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| We took re-up money
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| Rollin dice, and I never thought a game of cee-lo
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| Could take my man life, over 3 cent, my son was a little bit
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| A nigga flash heat, he flipped and seen the end of it
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| A cool cat, and nobody seemed to like him
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| That was my dog so nobody had to like him
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| I closed the vein down, I couldn’t hustle no more
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| But still I hold heat ready to ride to war
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| 'Cause I could die by this game
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| Spit in the mic and my life ain’t no different
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| Just a regular cat
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| Yo, I grew up like a regular cat
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| Some nigga hit me with consignment
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| Shit, yo I’ll settle with that
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| Went to my block, got it off and copped metal with that
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| So if a nigga ever frontin', I’ma wet him with that
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| Yo, I grew up like a regular cat
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| Some nigga hit me with consignment
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| Shit, yo I’ll settle with that
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| Went to my block, got it off and copped metal with that
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| So if a nigga ever frontin', I’ma wet him with that
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| Yo, yo
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| Why niggas throw ice grills and I see you tight grill
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| But I know if I squeeze, you faggots gon' squeal
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| I laugh at y’all, flash cash at y’all
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| In the tinted whatever, ride right past y’all
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| Me and my co-d, and we all know Bleek
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| Tight, the whole heat, you niggas don’t know me
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| Where the fuck niggas know me from? |
| (Marcy, son)
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| You niggas frontin' you ain’t have heart to come
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| Besides you niggas mad 'cause yo' bitch ride shotty
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| Round town, Malibu mixed with Bacardi
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| She relaxed in the drop, Fendi shades matchin' the watch
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| X and O sets, the bitch kinda prop
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| But her man think he untouchable
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| Put his ass where he ain’t comfortable, lay him up for a few
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| He’ll realize, Bleek ain’t the one to fuck with
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| Provoke me to spit, consider it dealt with
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| I’m not the type to hit shots and miss you
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| The type to play you close to kiss you
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| Nigga describe the pistol, you hit with
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| When they fillin yo body with liquid
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| Now I’m on the low 'cause you told 'em it was Memphis
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| Who blazed you up, yeah, layed you up
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| Your mouth got you like that, and that’s plain as fuck
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| I’m a regular cat, what…
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| Yo, I grew up like a regular cat
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| Some nigga hit me with consignment
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| Shit, yo I’ll settle with that
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| Went to my block, got it off and copped metal with that
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| So if a nigga ever frontin', I’ma wet him with that
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| Yo, I grew up like a regular cat
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| Some nigga hit me with consignment
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| Shit, yo I’ll settle with that
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| Went to my block, got it off and copped metal with that
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| So if a nigga ever frontin', I’ma wet him with that
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| Yo, I grew up like a regular cat
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| Some nigga hit me with consignment
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| Shit, yo I’ll settle with that
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| Went to my block, got it off and copped metal with that
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| So if a nigga ever frontin', I’ma wet him with that
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| Yo, I grew up like a regular cat
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| Some nigga hit me with consignment
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| Shit, yo I’ll settle with that
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| Went to my block, got it off and copped metal with that
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| So if a nigga ever frontin', I’ma wet him with that
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| Regular cat, wet him with that
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| I’m just a regular cat
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| Yo I’ll settle with that
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| And I’ma wet him with that, yeah |