| to this shit now, now
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| Why they faking
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| I don’t know, I don’t know
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| We goin' global now (Trust me) ah, yeah
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| (Go) Woo, go
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| I been on the grind for time, we different insides
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| I coulda already signed and turn on the lights
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| I gotta flow with me, it might come by surprise
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| You gotta open your ears and visualise
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| I used to clean up the guns and walk with the knives
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| I was a young nigga with some robbery guys
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| And now I’m 24/7, still up on the grind
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| I ain’t got time to put no work on the line
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| I woke up to the base sound, O-Zone tearing the place down
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| Before I hit the trap, I used to jugg in the playground
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| I wasn’t born a trapper, that shit might be now
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| I’m tryna do this rappin' but it’s deep in my veins now
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| I’m so cold, I’m in a place called the O-Zone
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| Where all of these rappers, they don’t go (These rappers they don’t go)
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| Go from the postcode to the whole globe where most of these rap niggas don’t go
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| (Nah)
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| Nigga, I been wit' the machine, too big for my jeans
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| I had the red and black, wit' the gloves and the keys
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| The black bag and ammunition, to the tee
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| They wanna make me throwback to where I left in the sterets
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| I got a hundred bad bitches, made 'em live what they’re dreaming
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| Whenever winning pussy, we don’t need to be feenin'
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| Smokin' hella dro, we got the blunts with the cheese in
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| And I be getting high for no reason
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| Gone, gone |