| Yeah, it’s the truth, though
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| This nigga, ah, hell no
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| (I love you, Killa Bo)
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| I know you do (Ah, that’s some bull—)
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| Bitch
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| (Ayy, Bayzilian, you make this beat?)
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| You better keep your composure if them people on you
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| And if you see a skit, don’t get to speakin' on it
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| It’s over fifty in this chop, I be tweakin' on it
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| My cousin fuckin' with a sucker, I don’t speak to brodie
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| When I lost Lil Joc, it made me wanna cry
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| I wanna hit them niggas' block and have a fish fry
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| Double F still untouched, fuck the other side
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| I know my brother up there lit, it was a red sky
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| I feel the Lord been testin' me, but my patience small
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| I still got time 'cause I know he got some blessings involved
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| Key my brother, I pick up the phone whenever he call
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| Touch one of my dawgs, a nigga gettin' the paws
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| Bitch, we’ll beat your block like six-fifteens
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| My daddy was on the stove cookin' cream, no wheat
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| I was on the road for way more than a week
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| So much money, had to FedEx it back to the V
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| (We didn’t even fuck, so what’s the point?)
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| No, I’m not gonna, I’m just gonna spit and act like I’m fuckin' him (No)
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| He still gonna think like I’m, it’s in the vagina
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| I send her like a boomerang, she come back to a P
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| And she don’t never try to tell, guess it’s the mackin' in me
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| Tryna speak to the youth with my voice on the flutes
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| Teach 'em 'bout some property, go buy a house or two
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| I’m more dapper than Dan, hats off to dude
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| I made her pussy get wet, she’s not off the lube
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| I made a hundred thousand dollars all off the Tube
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| And I still get slices from Apple too
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| His wordplay make nerds say, «He like Dre»
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| She threw up off a Perc-10, fuckin' lightweight
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| Suckers buyin' it, I’m startin' not to like Bape
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| Y’all niggas wearin' y’all bitch clothes, it’s a drag race
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| I got a Nike shoebox, never had Chase
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| Ask my kids 'bout they pops, bitch, they dad great
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| Niggas broke and on dope, I cannot relate
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| I’m a P-I-M-P, I am not your date
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| I’ma get the fur on, make the whole world do pills
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| My mama with the shit, she know her baby boy doin' drills
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| Floyd Mayweather, I don’t read the price for real
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| He was givin' off narc vibes, it is not a deal
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| Blap Dre told me back up and let the beat breathe
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| Make a ho work, work, work, work, RiRi
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| When an iPhone chirp the only time I get a tweet
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| You hang out with nerds and Topflight security
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| I can still go, I ain’t ran out of shit yet
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| Lost my dawg to the system, fuck the vet
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| I keep surprisin' bitches like, «What's next?»
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| Sleep is for the weakest, I don’t get rest
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| I got Hi-Chew weed that’ll hurt your lil' chest
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| I don’t plan on dyin' young, I ain’t wrote a will yet
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| I got money stacked up for my babies, on the set
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| So if I ever leave this bitch, my loved ones gon' be set, ugh |