| I’m blessed with the flow
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| Destined to blow
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| Me and Kilo 'bout to start investing our doe
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| Kilo’s got the bizzle
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| Me I just flip dro
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| 'Bout to wash our dirty money and get legit doe
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| Feds on my case but I ain’t going back to court
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| Bitches on the kid cah I’m flyer than a astronaut
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| If I bring a chick TGI Fridays
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| I bring my strap in case niggas come at me sideways
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| I only go for bosses, I don’t spray rounds at soldiers
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| I roll around the hood with two tre pound revolvers
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| Feel what I say I just say what I feel
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| When I’m blazing my steel
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| I be aiming to kill
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| I take care of my fam, ask my niece
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| I paint a picture when I spit, this is a masterpiece
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| In a day I turn a Q into four and a half
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| That’s why most these youngens wanna walk in my path
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| You know I flow proper
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| Had to call my watch Danity Kane nigga cus it’s a show stopper
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| I stomp on any track
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| Go to any hood and make my semi clap
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| Check Brother Lynch like where the Henny at?
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| Tinted whips blowing through my block so I grip my strap
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| I’ll turn a nigga to a ghost, I’ve never been on tit for tat
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| I ain’t hard to find yo I’m on the streets hitting sales
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| Got a bad rep with hoes cah I keep tricking girls
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| Tired cus I been wrapping out draws for hours
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| 'Bout to blow and buy more rides than Alton Towers
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| Most my niggas are stuck in the game
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| So if you’re walking through my ends
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| You better tuck in your chain
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| I ain’t like them other rappers that like to pose
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| Bussin' guns, selling drugs is the life I chose
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| If I blast my nine I leave no trace like a mastermind
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| When I start to rhyme make the seats in your cars recline |