| Hook:
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| You tell me yo life and I’ma tell you mine
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| You show me yo ice and I’ma show you mine
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| And don’t say money I put it all on the line
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| And you can’t fuck with me because my niggas is the grind
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| Verse 1: Nature Boy
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| Check it out now
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| Rap stars be flexing
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| All about how they living ain’t been through nothing
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| Everybody G’d up and thuggin'
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| Cold pimpin' or King Pin husslin'
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| Knowing half the time
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| Half of yo cream puffs dropping dimes, over petty crimes
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| And if ya ever get time, ya get ya came hit from behind
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| I done flip mo' breaks at 26 so quick through the click
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| Boy unit ain’t shit
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| Done hurt mo' thieves then a little bit
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| If the ho chose me thats a pimpette
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| See I know the game
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| And most of y’all rappers lame
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| Ain’t never sold 3 or 4 things
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| Never been a pimp
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| Never shot at point blank range
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| Y’all hoes just claimin' the fame
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| Hook:
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| You tell me yo life and I’ma tell you mine
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| You show me yo ice and I’ma show you mine
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| And don’t say money I put it all on the line
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| And you can’t fuck with me because my niggas is the grind
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| Verse 2: Pastor Troy
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| Okay
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| I’m in the mist of haters
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| So called gators and cash
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| The only creators is the niggas that flash
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| And then they make this dash to the race thats never ending
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| These niggas think they ballin'
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| But all I see is spending
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| And lending they flows to these groupie hoes
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| And take 'em to stos and buying these bitches clothes
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| I know that y’all know better than that
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| So I’ma play a game of return of the mac
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| And bring it back
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| Just like little Joe
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| Cause y’all know how niggas do
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| For every bitch you want my nigga I got two
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| So shawty woopy di do if you got yo dick sucked
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| Nigga I got a bitch that get a kick out eating nutts
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| Gutts ain’t shit
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| Head is all that
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| Why?
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| Fucking sweat when sucking dick the same effect
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| Put yet these niggas don’t believe in the Kid
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| And I’m the kind of muthafucker that say fuck the shit? |
| What they did, ain’t
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| Never hit the breaks in the Chevy
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| Because I knew that all them muthafuckers wan ready
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| I was steady make money nigga fuck the date
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| Look at me now, got muthafuckers buying my tape
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| And I can’t wait to Georgia State invite me to the village
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| Put me in the Georgia Dome nigga bet I can fill it
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| Can y’all feel it
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| I swear the God the lyrics sincere
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| Its Pastor Troy, Nature Boy lay it down like this here
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| Hook: 2x
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| You tell me yo life and I’ma tell you mine
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| You show me yo ice and I’ma show you mine
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| And don’t say money I put it all on the line
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| And you can’t fuck with me because my niggas is the grind |