| Ooh, yeah
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| Yeah, Revenue Gang, yeah
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| Frankie Bash
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| Born broke, bitch, but I’ma die rich, ayy
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| I ain’t need no GED or no college, ayy
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| I ain’t gotta rent shit, bitch, I buy it, ayy
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| Got a milli' I can still go and deposit, ayy
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| It’s my life, yeah, I designed it, woah
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| I been hurting, I been crying
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| Cheating on my people, yeah, I know they out here dying
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| Been in the dark so long, yeah, it’s time we start shining
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| If you say fuck me, then fuck you, uh
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| Nigga, that’s forever like a tattoo, yeah
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| And if you been sleep, better get in tune, yeah
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| 'Cause a young nigga hot and it ain’t even June yet
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| Brand new whips real flashy
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| Invest in myself, all cash in
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| New bottle of Bel-Air, what’s crackin'?
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| Told the bitch go shoot a movie, yeah, she know that I’m casting
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| Yeah, no cappin', baby, I don’t never do that
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| And I be all around the world, I hope you with the movement
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| Fly first class, baby, hope you never truant
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| Yeah, flexin' on these niggas, they can’t never do it
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| Yeah, look at me now
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| Fuckin' up another crowd
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| Cryin' like you sayin' vows |
| I’ma shoot the nigga down
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| Put the gun in his mouth
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| He gon' know what I’m about
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| Yeah, Midwest nigga, but my family from the South
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| Got a big chest, nigga, but you better watch your mouth, yeah
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| All we know is shootouts, nigga, ain’t no standin' around
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| And when your body drop, nigga, ain’t no cameras 'round
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| Bricks all on the body, bitch, I’m tryna see you drown
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| I just put another nigga in the lake
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| Told you when he drown in this wave, can’t be saved
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| Huh, yeah, I just put fifty bands in the safe
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| I just put another five places on my plates
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| If you say fuck me, then fuck you, uh
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| Nigga, that’s forever like a tattoo, yeah
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| And if you been sleep, better get in tune, yeah
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| 'Cause a young nigga hot and it ain’t even June yet
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| All that talk about guns, nigga, you ain’t even bootin' yet
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| 'Bout to sweep the streets, nigga, yeah, I got that broom, yeah
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| Who that fuck nigga that was talkin' down?
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| Must be the same nigga that wanna meet this broomstick
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| Hangin' around gorillas and they goin' bananas
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| Yeah, that clip banana, in a blue bandana |
| And you know who family, yeah
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| I been at the top, they can’t stand me
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| I hear 'em tryna tell they bitch to unfriend me
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| Never think this shit is sweet, this shit ain’t candy
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| I been talkin' to the Reaper like I’m Mandy
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| Trying not to drown, yeah, I’m feeling like I’m Sandy
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| Can’t hit the ground now, I done did too much planning
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| Go a couple more rounds, I got the strength of the family
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| Leave 'em out, it weigh me down, yeah
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| I just put another nigga in the lake
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| Told you when he drown in this wave, can’t be saved
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| Huh, yeah, I just put fifty bands in the safe
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| I just put another five places on my plates
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| If you say fuck me, then fuck you, uh
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| Nigga, that’s forever like a tattoo, yeah
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| And if you been sleep, better get in tune, yeah
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| 'Cause a young nigga hot and it ain’t even June yet |