| I’m like a nigga fresh up out the county, nothing but killers around me
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| In the bathroom on my knees trying to flush the dope when they found me
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| And the men behind these walls murder niggas that get to mouthy
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| Down to die for my dignity, God bless the nigga that doubt me
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| Cause it’s either me or him and I’m damn sure choosing me
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| If there’s confusion both of us gon' be using in the street
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| I got to do some shit to them before they do some shit to me
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| Niggas kill you when you ain’t looking they knew they couldn’t compete
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| I’m just as crooked as a politician, cold on my opposition
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| Taking chances so I can pay the price that’s for proper living
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| Got one foot in the grave and one foot in the penitentiary
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| Snitches that speak my name hope you choke and die when you mention me
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| Bitch, ‘cause all my life I live illegal
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| Don’t give no fuck ‘bout the law and my pockets be just zero
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| I’m thinking ‘bout take these kilos from these three amigos
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| Do the shit the American way, nigga, you know how we roll
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| I’m just like you
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| And you just like me
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| Gettin' high, yeah, chief my tweed
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| Said I’m just like you
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| And you just like me
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| Hustle hard, tryna slang my speech
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| Said I’m just like you
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| And you just like me
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| In the jungle tryna raise my seeds
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| Said I’m just like you
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| And you just like me
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| Yeah we all got wants and needs
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| Said I’m just like you
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| I like my chicks thicker than the bottom of the Kool-Aid pitcher
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| And my Swishers thick enough to be a magic city stripper
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| Full of that sticky icky got to flick it off your finger
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| Haters can’t hit it with me so I flip them all the finger
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| Cause I stay in my peep hole expecting them people
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| Walkie-talkies, doughnuts, and coffee wrapped up in street clothes
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| Loose lip niggas disrespecting the G code
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| I don’t fuck with nobody what they fucking with me for
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| I’m just out here chasing mines trying to watch my step
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| While the watchers watch your hustle watch your watch so watch your neck
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| If you know what time it is you can’t be slipping for a sec
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| And if you on what I’m on your life is playing through the deck |