| I don’t need no vest
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| I don’t need no microphone, I say it with my chest
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| I don’t need no microscope, I seen it from the nosebleeds
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| 3K already told me, ain’t no sniffin' rosebuds
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| Shawty smell like shit, huh
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| I can not smell nothing but this indica
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| Stumble through the party with my wisdom tucked
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| Seen you with your shit out, made you give it up
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| I don’t need no vest
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| Niggas say they Curry, niggas say they Ron Artest
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| Niggas really shoot like Dion Waiters, it’s a mess
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| Beyond hatin' at this point ain’t never had a major stress
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| The dodgin' shit I feel like Neo, nigga
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| Tryna put me in a box, hop out like Nemo, nigga
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| Got the same ones from the block and I don’t need more niggas
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| Every time you think it’s squad here come like three more niggas
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| Run this shit like The Godfather, the Don Vito, nigga
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| Got the function goin' up like I don’t see no ceilin'
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| Like it’s winter in it-
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| I don’t see no vest
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| I don’t got no reason, ain’t no way I’m not protect
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| Heard they gone do what? |
| My nigga, I don’t see no threat
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| Heard that we next up that’s why our feet be on they necks
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| Heard they on alert, my shirt cool, I don’t need no vest
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| The label never came like Trinidad James
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| Bounce and break your back, when I crack like Bane
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| You hang out with rats, nigga Donald Duck and Mickey
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| 12 had us runnin' up the block like Ricky
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| Run the fade, hats gettin tilted like Ray J
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| I wanna play, I want all the smoke like Dre Day
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| It feel like a vacay when I’m in your city
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| Shoulda seen you creepin' from the side like Biggie
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| I don’t see no vest
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| I don’t got no reason, ain’t no way I’m not protect
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| Heard they gone do what? |
| My nigga, I don’t see no threat
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| Heard that we next up that’s why our feet be on they necks
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| Heard they on alert, my shirt cool, I don’t need no vest
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| Forever sayin' less if I don’t know you well
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| Turned 18 in a holdin' cell
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| I been dodgin' time like The Matrix
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| Broke the rules and got by like the Patriots
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| Gas fumes, you got high off the fragrance (Got high)
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| Cash rules, who am I to disobey it? |
| (Who am I?)
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| Papoose, Remy love me, so aggressive, Tesla
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| I been self-driven, don’t need help
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| Made man, ain’t sweet, one room service I spent days in
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| I feel like a pretty bitch, I’m eatin' off the looks
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| Handlebars in here the Willie Smith, Carlton in how they shook
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| Droppin' jewels like a pirate gettin' wavy with some crooks
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| I don’t see no vest
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| I don’t got no reason, ain’t no way I’m not protect
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| Heard they gone do what? |
| My nigga, I don’t see no threat
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| Heard that we next up that’s why our feet be on they necks
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| Heard they on alert, my shirt cool, I don’t need no vest |