| They say I’m actin' different, no I’m stackin' different
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| Free my nigga Chic', he was young and scandalous with it
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| I move swift 'cause the feds tryna shackle niggas
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| They’ll let 'em touch down just to tackle niggas
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| I’m 'bout pushin' forward, never bending backwards nigga
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| If life a book, this the level up chapter nigga
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| More money, bigger ice, smaller circles
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| Just some loyal niggas and some killers that’ll merk you
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| If you hustle hard, ice your wrist, you deserve to
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| Tell them begging niggas that’s complaining you should earn too
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| Didn’t know how to mix blow, but I learned to
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| Then my little stacks, you should’ve seen what it turned to
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| Most nigga had handouts, I had to cash out
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| When I copped to move forward on my cash route
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| But it all paid off in the end
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| When they ship sunk, I was good, I knew how to swim
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| We got the same twenty-four hours in the day (it's Philthy nigga)
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| Stop wasting time, nigga get paid (ayy do that)
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| Got a dime on me that I just made (I do)
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| Got a dime on me that I just made
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| Meek told me to these rap niggas I’m a threat (he did)
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| See they don’t want to let me in but bitch I’m up next (it's Philthy ho)
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| These niggas all bitches, no Cotex (pussy)
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| My bitch hangin' up minks, no coat checks (designer)
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| See we be jumpin' off flights so we can catch the fight (huh?)
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| Ten thousand for these seats to watch Floyd tonight (Money Team)
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| These all VS1's, them moissanites (bust down)
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| Tell that nigga tag his jeweler so we know it’s ice (Philthy)
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| Ayy yeah I fuck with the D, that’s a known fact (what up though)
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| Nigga stop gettin' fronted, get your own pack (ayy do that)
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| This grown man money, got my own sack (the money man)
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| Nigga never keep the work where your home at (uh-uh)
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| That broke shit you talkin', I ain’t on that (broke nigga)
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| That foreign that he drivin', he don’t own that (foreign)
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| They said that his big homie loaned that (is that right?)
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| I’m just happy that we got Dame and Mone back, it’s Philthy
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| We got the same twenty-four hours in the day (same twenty-four)
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| Stop wasting time, nigga get paid (get on it)
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| Got a dime on me that I just made (ten thousand)
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| Got a dime on me that I just made
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| Ayy, I ain’t fall off, bitch I fell back (bitch I fell back)
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| I ain’t graduate, I had to sell crack (workin')
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| Pullin' off the dealership in Hellcats (vroom)
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| Nigga play with me and get his head cracked (far)
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| Eastside bitch, we grind in black Dickie fits (all winter)
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| From underdog to top dog, I know these niggas pissed (niggas hurt)
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| Rap niggas talkin' shit that they ain’t really did (lyin')
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| How you sellin' bricks but you ain’t got nowhere to live (that's crazy)
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| Blow a bag when I feel 'cause I been savin' (stackin')
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| I don’t listen to these niggas 'cause they been hatin' (pussy nigga)
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| You see this chain around my neck, this bitch hittin' ain’t it (shinin')
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| Nigga get up out your feelings and go get some paper
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| We got the same twenty-four hours in the day (same twenty-four)
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| Stop wasting time, nigga get paid (get on it)
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| Got a dime on me that I just made (ten thousand)
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| Got a dime on me that I just made
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| We got the same twenty-four hours in the day (get on your hustle)
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| Stop wasting time, nigga get paid (playin')
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| Got a dime on me that I just made (ten ball)
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| Got a dime on me that I just made (yup, yeah)
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| I just hit for twenty K in all blues
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| Killers in the venue when we fall through
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| I’m just tryna see what baby jaw do
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| Double cup styrofoam full of dog food
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| Show up with my shooters, making sure we straight
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| That backend is mandatory, think he owe me eight
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| All these damn grams make the donkey break
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| Bust it down, poppin' pimples in the Rollie face
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| Crucify the jeweler if the Rollie fake
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| Foreign filthy, pulled up on me in that holy Wraith
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| Your block ain’t activated 'less your corner shake
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| Tuckin' spitters in my jaw, nigga stomach ache
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| You run the play and run it back, that’s how you run it up
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| Cut the back off the Caddy, we came to fuck it up
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| I’m in the back of my neighbors, they tryna cut for somethin'
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| Mama please do me this favor and put the sonnet up |