| Statik Selektah
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| Ayo, fuck these niggas, Lord
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| Ayo, I don’t give a fuck about none of these niggas
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| Ayo, I’m nothing less than impeccable
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| Hanging out the car, king, I let the Desert blow
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| My VLONE, Ricky Kilos
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| Coaching my shooters like Rick Pitino, neck lit up like Reno (grr)
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| Seven days, ten bodies, that’s a slow week
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| I don’t wanna talk unless it’s whole keys
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| Over scales I prayed, weighing a flake
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| Bought three phones this year, nigga, I’m straight
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| Courtside, Timberlake’s on, across from Drake
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| Still a new nigga but I’m one of the greats
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| I motivate niggas who’s starter was please get off 'em, I did
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| Jackboys' eyes all on my wrist
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| I’d rather catch a body than you taking my shit (boom boom boom boom boom)
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| Factual, live from the murder capital, king of an actual
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| Don’t give a fuck, nigga, my time, they vaginal
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| This for my day one niggas eating mackerel
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| This for my niggas getting mail everyday
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| My niggas still dropping bodies, still heavy with yay
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| My main niggas been down, been fucked up since
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| So I’ma get up on this Statik and talk all of my shit
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| I’m out to get it, it’s a stick up
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| All these motherfuckers been patiently waiting
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| I’m out to get it, Westside been had it locked, bitch
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| I’m out to get it, you feel something sweet, go get your heat and your peeps
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| And find your body parts on the street
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| Nigga, Westside
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| Ayo, Flygod classic, Glock on me blast it
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| Last nigga that tried to rob me, turned to ashes
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| Black Waverunners, got the straps on the suede jumpers
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| Pina colada i8, the yay pumper
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| Audemar, Lord, fuck the time, my wrist a nigga house
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| Why had to kill 'em, I had to figure out
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| I guess jealousy prevails
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| That’s why I keep my third eye open on the scale
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| Why the nigga chain so big? |
| Your neck frail
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| Used to lay up on the couch, reading wifey mail
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| I can tell, the hate getting stronger and stronger
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| You used to fuck with me, now my bread getting longer
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| Tryna compare me to the niggas I birthed
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| They only sell the vinyls, nigga, check out my worth
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| Be you, I’d rather jump off a bridge first
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| Carry a man? |
| I’d rather carry my kids first
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| I’m out to get it, it’s a stick up
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| All these motherfuckers been patiently waiting
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| I’m out to get it, Westside been had it locked, bitch
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| I’m out to get it, you feel something sweet, go get your heat and your peeps
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| And find your body parts on the street
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| Nigga, Westside
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| Nigga, Westside |