| I’m 'bout respectin' the check
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| Cash up front what I expect
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| Sometimes I just recollect
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| Remember when shit got so ugly like Shrek
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| I got no heart in my chest
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| Niggas just shout out the set
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| Young boy but I still the vet
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| Bae I’m a wolf, oh no, I am no pet
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| You actin' bullshit, you talk out the neck
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| , we got all that on deck
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| Bro got the lean and he charge for that tec
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| Trappers know actavis is harder to get
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| Please, What you need? |
| 'Nother zip
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| We move the tree on the strip
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| Lean limousine, colored tints
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| that fiends Clean the crib
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| Can’t trust a bitch, man, all my niggas pimps
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| Better have that blue up in your wallet
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| Niggas losin' juice is gettin' brolic
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| Finished packs when we ain’t finished college
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| I know you rather keep the hammer polished
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| Im a business man come and get the product
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| Yeah its hot outside and we ain’t in the August
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| So there’s bodies droppin' bullets droppin' regardless dog
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| Couple real kids for the case
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| Never say shit to my face, nigga
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| And they all stay talking
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| Could give a fuck about a race, I’m a north side nigga
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| It’s a time that we all get cold
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| I’ma stay in a place I know
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| Last call for the real niggas
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| Last call for the north side
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| I don’t care about nobody
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| I don’t care about nobody
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| I don’t care about nobody, I don’t give a fuck
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| Yeah, I don’t care about nobody
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| I don’t care about nobody, I don’t give a fuck
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| Yeah, I don’t care about nobody
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| I don’t care about nobody, I don’t give a fuck
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| Yeah, care 'bout nobody
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| I don’t care about nobody, yeah
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| Told a nigga «deal with the pain»
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| Truth be told, I’m so insane
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| Yeah, bitch don’t touch my chain
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| Yeah, bitch don’t touch my ring
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| Yeah, nigga don’t say my name
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| Fake kids can’t play this game
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| Yeah, man, move out my way
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| I’ma sip this Chardonnay
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| Feel some way on the north side
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| Black ice in them long nights
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| I slip down that road
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| The sunlight was scared of what I would become
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| It feeds on my heart
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| I remember yellin' I’d be home on the border
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| Other hand pointing with the burner
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| I swear to God I’d get away with murder
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| And I know too well
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| That vengeance will never bring warmth to my soul
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| I’m left in the cold |