| Pro Cut Jerseys, destressed denims
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| Gold AP’s with gats in 'em
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| Blow big L’s, discuss winnin'
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| PR text me, let’s kill 'em (Let's kill em!)
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| Right, indeed we shall
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| For so long politics could keep me down
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| On a 9−5 heading to the bacon
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| Make sure Slick got the cameras
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| 'Case they try to Sandra Bland the situation
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| Young black nigga with bread
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| Gotta keep my feet to the ground
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| 'Cause this rap shit can get to your head
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| Gotta clean the bong, too much res
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| Niggas drugged up, too much meds
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| Last day surreal, niggas tryna' do my best
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| Time and time I gotta prove my strength
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| Food for thought let you digest
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| For the hustlers and all minds alike
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| Drop gems on 'em like a failed diamond heist
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| Hop off planes, get change like it’s the dope game
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| Before the rap shit came I had gold chains
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| Nigga we all got drugs, so what’s yo thing?
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| We ain’t the same, I’m hustlin' for my last name
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| We ain’t the same, I’m hustlin' for my last name
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| We ain’t the same, I’m hustlin' for my last name
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| Nigga you’re broke what’s your excuse?
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| The highest weed infused
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| Making every moment meaningful
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| Your hustle is minuscule
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| You’re a gunk nigga, you been a fool
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| Fake jewels, you know you can’t wear them shits in the pool
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| Fools Gold, a A-Trak special, nigga I’m way past the A-class level
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| Live under a rock you gotta lay pass, I’m way past settled
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| Take a seat, have several, put you in your place
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| Who better to? |
| Stay off my genitals
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| Get from 'round me with the clown biz'
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| Clown niggas, marry clown bitches, have clown kids
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| They all in the circus
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| I don’t care about none of your Jordans or none of your Burtons
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| Count now, how many rappers, and how many working
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| I’m up the ladder
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| I’m to the bags with a bell boy status, you heard?
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| I ain’t worried about a thing
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| You can duplicate the crown but you could never be the king
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| Hop off planes, get change like it’s the dope game
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| Before the rap shit came I had gold chains
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| Nigga we all got drugs, so what’s yo thing?
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| We ain’t the same, I’m hustlin' for my last name
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| We ain’t the same, I’m hustlin' for my last name
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| We ain’t the same, I’m hustlin' for my last name |