| Turn me up
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| A lot of these niggas be faking and flodgin', we keep this shit thorough
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| No cappin', no yappin'
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| Everything we livin', everything we doin'
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| Put this shit in they memories
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| This shit right in the booth
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| Aye, whip it, whip it, whip it, whip it, whip it real good
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| Mismatchin' different designers, aye, but I’m still hood
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| You know it ain’t hard to find us, we might be in your hood
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| Brodie beggin' to get active, it make 'em feel good
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| I watch my day one turn to snake, I got 'em out the way
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| You can ask 'em how that fye look, when they jump out that Drac
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| A different day, a different case, I’m fightin' to escape
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| I got the upmost faith that I’ma make it out okay
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| Aye, I done been stuck in the bottom with sharks and piranhas
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| The robbers and gunners and runners, I swear I been left without nothin'
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| We really was strugglin', thank you, Lord
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| Look at me wrong and I’m uppin' and I’m bussin'
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| I’m paranoid, I be clutchin' in public
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| Not scared of you, I’m just scared of the shit I did, might catch up, Lord
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| Put him in the morgue, end of the story
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| Love my life, I got more of it
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| Before you take me from the shit that I built
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| I’ma have to go and destroy it
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| Had to destroy you in the process with it
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| Lil' children, looking at me like the spittin' image of God’s spirit
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| But you better be God fearin', on me
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| Living life with no complaints, plenty money in the bank
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| Remember scrapin' up change
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| If my new deal less than seven mill', they gon' have to go walk that plank
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| New grill from Johnny Dang
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| When I eat the pussy, got her screamin', «Flawless Gang»
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| If me and you hit a lick, my loyalty run so deep, I split it with the gang
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| I done been crossed by niggas I love
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| I heard the same shit happened to Christ
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| I done seen a snake eat a mice
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| Then get snaked out the same night
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| Ever asked the plug what’s the price?
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| Then took 'em down, when the shit wasn’t right
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| Never ever said that I was right
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| Just get in the booth and talk about my life
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| Aye, whip it, whip it, whip it, whip it, whip it real good
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| Mismatchin' different designers, aye, but I’m still hood
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| You know it ain’t hard to find us, we might be in your hood
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| Brodie beggin' to get active, it make 'em feel good
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| I watch my day one turn to snake, I got 'em out the way
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| You can ask 'em how that fye look, when they jump out that Drac
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| A different day, a different case, I’m fightin' to escape
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| I got the upmost faith that I’ma make it out okay
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| Aye, aye, one thing never seen was a hoe that won’t go and a bow not sold
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| I done seen the toughest nigga try to fight but the Choppa knock 'em out cold
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| I done seen a nigga cop a pipe by the end of the night had no pole
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| Know a nigga with a hunnid something guns, never even let one blow
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| Slap thirty in the stick, put my trust in this blick, not no hoe
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| Even when that bitch jammed, on me swear on everything, it saved my soul
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| I was on camera with that bitch, pokin' out, imagine if I had unloaded
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| Niggas 'round me was gon let me crash out, this shit really be bogus
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| Now my circle small, peep holed it
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| Bread loaf got bigger now
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| Ain’t no more bread crumbs in my hand, look again, it’s the large amount
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| Bad bitches that I’m fuckin' but still can’t put the hood hoes down
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| Got a bitch comin' out the south
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| Eat it out the bone, she from orange mound
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| Before six people carry, I’ma let twelve people judge me
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| Know that sight get scary, fightin' first degrees, yellin', «Free me!»
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| Rather hear, «Free me» then «RIP» with my face on the tee
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| Do my time, lay it down in that bunk, never let a nigga hoe me
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| Aye, whip it, whip it, whip it, whip it, whip it real good
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| Mismatchin' different designers, aye, but I’m still hood
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| You know it ain’t hard to find us, we might be in your hood
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| Brodie beggin' to get active, it make 'em feel good
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| I watch my day one turn to snake, I got 'em out the way
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| You can ask 'em how that fye look, when they jump out that Drac
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| A different day, a different case, I’m fightin' to escape
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| I got the upmost faith that I’ma make it out okay
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| Whip it, whip it, whip it, whip it, whip it real good
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| Mismatchin' different designers, aye, but I’m still hood
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| Whip it, whip it, whip it, whip it, whip it real good
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| Mismatchin' different designers, aye, but I’m still hood |