| I’m still with the same niggas no recruits
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| I got this pink shooting all these balls like I’m tryna win the golden boot
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| Sent my worker to reup told 'em to move discreet
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| Kicking balls in the cage, grazing up my gucci sneaks
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| Shooting in the air that’s what you call war
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| If I’m shooting in the air, there’s paigons on the fourth floor
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| Foods all white, like black steves face is
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| Briefcases, full of queens faces
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| When my shifts done I’m with a gorgeous ho
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| When the piff comes, I think I’m george from blow
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| Still weighing up them keys, fuck your lil 38 hand ting
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| Spraying like febreeze
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| I feel like to do a bumper car shut down
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| For them days I couldn’t buy a token
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| Told my niggas, one day I’m gonna shut it down
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| But they must have thought that I was joking, its Nines
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| Looking at life in amazement
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| Money and change spent
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| A lot of things changed since wayne went
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| Most my times stuck on a pavement
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| Why you think my name ring a bell like the smell of a fragrance
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| look back in the day when
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| It was nothing but love and nobody was considered a paigon
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| Or everywhere you go
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| Somebody been portrayed to be something that they’re not
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| Another thug in the making
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| Shine bright like the sun light
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| And the moon gleams
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| For the right price you’ll see a niggas true theme
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| Loyaltys a must so pay respect when due
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| Cause its hard enough to trust the closest person in view
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| Yeah I guess I’m tryna make it through
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| The struggle and pain but couldn’t tell if its the same for you
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| I live a hard knock life
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| But we know it takes two
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| fail to realise that most this worlds confused
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| Ha ha ha ha
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| Spark an L, bump nas it ain’t hard to tell
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| Thinking bout the days when I used to master scales
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| Moms on a crud, cause the bud? |
| — couldn't master smell
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| Brudda came through with the bricks
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| In the whip like gargamel
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| Tryna live easy when its hards as hell
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| Spark a L, bump nas it ain’t hard to tell
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| Thinking bout my taylors lane days
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| Paper plane ways
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| All my ex girls I love you same way, love you same way
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| Thinks I’m a player iniesta
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| Any time I pass
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| I mek my wing man strecth her
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| And that’s lionell messi
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| I member daddy playing dennis brown
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| Final steady, hydro meddy, spiro deadly?
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| I spit fire, call me pirot kezzy
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| We the truth, we seen them lies already
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| Spiro deadly, we the truth, we done seen them lies already
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| I spit fire call me pirot kezzy |