| Me and my niggas shoot first we don’t buss back
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| Flip skunk got more dough than chipmunks
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| I be in the club, V.I.P spending nuff stacks
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| Hoes on my nutsack
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| Day time in the trap
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| O’s in the rucksack
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| Nine to shine, used to holla hydro to consign the
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| I be dropping mad rhymes, ask my niggas jazzy bout them poppin tag times
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| Call me shopping bag Nines
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| I ain’t a cock block never been the type to cuff a ho
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| Toxic got nicked, I lost couple bricks fuck it though
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| Couple niggas from the other side gotta suffer slow
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| I roll on their block, squeezing the mac
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| 20keys in the trap, this is deeper than rap
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| Gotta sleep with the strap
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| One day I’m gonna blow and put my team on the map
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| Leave the game
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| Won’t have to buss guns or sell keys of caine
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| trying to take our strife
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| We just wanna live our life
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| Its the way its gonna go
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| Way its gonna go
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| Way its gonna go
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| trying to take our strife
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| We just wanna live our life
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| Its the way its gonna go
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| Way its gonna go
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| Way its gonna go
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| Yo, my nigga you know the game plan
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| Fly cunch for months to try make grands
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| And anyones a victim in the system
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| When I circle your block with my big ting
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| I whip it out and empty out 7
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| And its peak cause likkle t be out here no 11
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| Mans been trappin on the roads from when the birds tweet (early)
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| 9 o clock I’m in the shop I got a birds key?
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| Rest in peace to my nigga brands, you done know
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| I ain’t just pouring out henny
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| I let my gun blow
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| So make a nigga try diss me
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| Next day pronounced dead on the tv
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| I got proper beef
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| Where I gotta squeeze
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| So I got it in my pocket like fuck the peace
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| I take it out the and put it on ya top lip
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| And tell my youngers don’t worry because I got this
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| trying to take our strife
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| We just wanna live our life
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| Its the way its gonna go
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| Way its gonna go
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| Way its gonna go
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| trying to take our strife
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| We just wanna live our life
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| Its the way its gonna go
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| Way its gonna go
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| Way its gonna go
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| I know you see the kid, Fatz
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| Walking with a limp because my heat is big
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| I will peel your wig
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| If you come through (churches)
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| You can’t stunt round me unless you run through
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| Yeah I will rob a nigga for a 10 grand
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| And duppy a brudda for even less than
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| You might see us, cruizing on the m4
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| With a 3−57 in the benz door
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| One day I’ll buy a yard on the ocean cliff
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| Settle down with my gyal, stop smoking piff
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| Probably give my chain to a younger like (young smurf)
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| I ain’t blown yet
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| But I feel like a star already
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| The way I get groupies shaped like a coke bottle
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| I’m like kate moss, on skates, a role model
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| I bring my strap everywhere cause we beef with our neighbours
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| Christenings we be in the church with heats in our blazers
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| trying to take our strife
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| We just wanna live our life
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| Its the way its gonna go
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| Way its gonna go
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| Way its gonna go
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| trying to take our strife
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| We just wanna live our life
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| Its the way its gonna go
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| Way its gonna go
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| Way its gonna go |