| Cost units, what?
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| Oh, that’s that
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| (Oh that must be bravo)
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| That’s that uh
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| That’s that fat nigga that’s in their past, feelings bruh
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| You know, Rileys
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| At least, the fat boy
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| That nigga talking, rapping, whatever
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| That’s your boy
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| Meet me on the far way, huh (LA)
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| Hussle, Hussle
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| Neighborhood niggas
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| Uh huh, you feel me?
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| Check it
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| Y’all niggas got me fucked up, thinking it’s a game
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| You know my name, and nigga I ain’t playing
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| So here’s the program, you know Am
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| Right back on the block, with the sacks and the rock
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| Ready to rock, cause balling just my habit
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| You know my style, my locale is Cali
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| Westside, the best side
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| La, SC, the sixty blocks you know me
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| Nipsey is hot, for sure G
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| You heard his demo, all tracks
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| Naw, nigga not fixed and all that
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| What’s happening? |
| What’s cracking?
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| Oh, now you talking soft and under your breath
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| Like you ain’t ready for death
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| You should have kept it to yourself, he flowing
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| Yeah, he said he rapped it up too, he did, shit was beautiful
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| Know how he coming through with the crew
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| That’s what he do
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| 'Cause what’s the business, you know what he do
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| But not ready though, she feeling me 'cause I got plenty though
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| This how we do it
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| From around the way, they know my name
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| They know how I get down and play
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| Around the hood, I afford dangles all day
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| And make my cheese check traps in every way
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| The mind I’m in when I’m coming through spinning
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| In it to win it, tryna make a million by dinner
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| Like my nigga the set dribble off the bg
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| You know the block, Ricky hot, shots pop
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| Niggas getting off them rocks
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| I won’t say the name but niggas holding down the block
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| Nigga, my cast, I dropped out of class
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| Wasn’t paying no attention, I wasn’t listening
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| I was thinking of the plots with me and my henchmen
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| Let’s go out on the block and try to get it hot
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| I really don’t, keep it cool, keep it cold
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| Under rocks 'cause I’m not trying to be trapped
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| Deep in the country or the peninentery, you telling me
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| Used to have to work under my hood or under my tongue
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| Our kids are ready, I felt wrong
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| I wonder why, I made all my dollars fucking other cousins |