| Nigga said fuck all that, started grippin'
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| Rest in peace Steezy, I’m livin' a life of vision (yeah)
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| Hard to talk about it sincerely a nigga missin'
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| Twistin' off the shellproof on a brick
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| They stickin' out they palms but niggas ain’t give me shit
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| Ridin' with a stick, it’s mandatory you keep it
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| This gangsta shit is in me, it’s oozin' out me, I breathe it
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| I don’t fuck with bums, them niggas is into thievin'
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| Shoppin' with the jeweler, just cop me a couple pieces
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| They made me pay the high for the slime, they know I’m eatin' (uh-huh)
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| Hundreds bustin' out of these Robin’s Jeans, obesin' (yeah)
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| Lifestyle maney, head yappers and yankees
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| I been puttin' on for the same blocks that raised me (smoke block)
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| We gettin' guala 'till the good Lord take me
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| Never give them crackers satisfaction of pickin' me
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| They don’t know who I am, they ain’t been where I been
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| They ain’t never did what I did, they ain’t seen what I seen
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| They could never live how I live, this shit trife but it is what it is
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| They don’t know who I am, they ain’t been where I been
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| Nigga they ain’t never did what I did, they ain’t seen what I seen
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| They could never live how I live, this shit trife but it is what it is
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| They don’t know I am
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| The cook game mani, they need another dose (another dose)
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| I’m on lil' baby but that my brother hoe (my brother hoe)
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| I’ve known him forever, these bitches come and go
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| You know the Benz all-black, the leather butter though
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| You put down kibbles and miss another though (miss another though)
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| Outside of a hunnid, that’s on another note (that's on another note)
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| The Ferragamo holdin' up the rockstars
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| You might have a lil more chicken, if niggas had heart
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| Bad karma got me lookin' over both shoulders
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| Singin' bout the shit I did, I pray he ain’t told on us (huh)
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| 'Cause I done did it all wit my dawg
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| All he need is a statement and that’s a probable cause (uh-huh)
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| Mama told me to never talk to the law (fuck 'em)
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| But even if she wouldn’t’ve told me, I’m never talkin' to ya’ll
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| Not at all, nigga never talk to the law
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| And even if she wouldn’t’ve told me, I’m never talkin' to ya’ll
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| They don’t know who I am, they ain’t been where I been
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| They ain’t never did what I did, they ain’t seen what I seen
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| They could never live how I live, this shit trife but it is what it is
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| They don’t know who I am, they ain’t been where I been
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| Nigga they ain’t never did what I did, they ain’t seen what I seen
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| They could never live how I live, this shit trife but it is what it is |