| Haters lookin′ funny, cuz they ain't like us
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| Heard they get a lil money, but they ain′t like us
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| Niggas say they runnin', but they ain't like us
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| They ain′t like us, no they ain′t like us
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| Haters lookin' funny, cuz they ain′t like us
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| Heard they get a lil money, but they ain't like us
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| Niggas say they runnin′, but they ain't like us
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| They ain′t like us, no they ain't like us
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| I see you lookin' lil bitch
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| You wanna fuck niggas you with, yea
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| Fuck all yo feelings and shit
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| My niggas as real as it gets
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| From concrete jungles with apes and gorillas and shit
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| Bananas get pimped in this bitch
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| If you cost a beef, just know that it come with a box
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| I just don′t deliver this shit
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| Papa John, box a nigga like a condom
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| X a nigga like a crossroads
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| I feel sorry for ya, Shakacon
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| If they heard you was the man
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| They gon hear somebody shot The Don
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| I can tell by lookin′ in yo eyes
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| Me and you are nothin' like a kind
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| I will rap a niggas lies
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| Steal another niggas lines
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| You prolly never did a crime shit
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| You prolly never skipped a line
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| Ion give a fuck about ya money nigga
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| Or how many tolls on ya side
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| Ion give no fuck about who runnin′ with ya
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| Any given move, you can die
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| From a likin, that's no for strikin′
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| You would but you psyching
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| Get money but hatin'
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| Ion know what yo type is
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| You sound like a dyke bitch
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| You a scandal
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| Light yo top up like a candle
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| Boy yo whole team full of squares like a flannel
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| Get L′d like a channel
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| Haters lookin' funny, cuz they ain't like us
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| Heard they get a lil money, but they ain′t like us
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| Niggas say they runnin′, but they ain't like us
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| They ain′t like us, no they ain't like us
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| Haters lookin′ funny, cuz they ain't like us
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| Heard they get a lil money, but they ain′t like us
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| Niggas say they runnin', but they ain't like us
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| They ain′t like us, no they ain′t like us
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| You will get that's a mismatch
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| When its beef, we ain′t talkin' just click-clack
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| Put some bread on yo top put you dead in the box
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| When I serve you this Big Mac
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| Flyin′ high they look up to us
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| We be saucin' hoes can′t get enough us
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| We the truth if you fool, you can't run with us
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| We just winnin' ain′t no one in front of us
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| We racked up better go get ya hustle up
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| Change yo mind if you thinkin′ bout runnin' up
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| When I′m lifting this heat, and yo niggas retreat
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| Hope you quick on yo feet just like double dutch
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| They don't want shit but some
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| They don′t run shit but they mouth
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| And if they wanna talk about money
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| Bitch I got a different amount
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| A whole bunch of different accounts
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| Money comin' from every direction
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| Can′t let the devil get no interceptions
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| I found my call and then started investing
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| Riskin' it all we was juggin, finessin
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| And plus I took every loss as a lesson
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| At the top with my squad it was destined
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| My life for Milly and fly like the Jetsons
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| Y'all dont compare at all
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| If you try, it ain′t fair at all
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| You want smoke then I ain′t missing you
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| Bitch I'm not Aaron Hall
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| Better fix yo face up
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| Ain′t talkin no make up
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| Mind ya business and go get ya cake up
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| Haters can watch and I shine like a Jacob
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| Haters lookin' funny, cuz they ain′t like us
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| Heard they get a lil money, but they ain't like us
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| Niggas say they runnin′, but they ain't like us
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| They ain't like us, no they ain′t like us |