| When the sun falls, I bet I rise up
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| You say you swinging in the streets, homie put your ride up
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| I be in the late night, dipping from the coppers
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| The birds all buddy but that ain’t the only chopper
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| I’m finna cop an El Co and name her Cyndi Lauper
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| Up in the gate, don’t wanna be tamed, you know you can’t stop us
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| Leather on the seat with the custom moon roof
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| Pop up the hood, that’s a LS, boo
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| Don’t talk if you bluffing, we all pulling up here
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| I started out with a bucket, now I’m out here slumping
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| I had to hit the brick just to brush up on my hands
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| Double up my bands, hustle hard, I’m in the field, you in the stands
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| You seeing it, huh? |
| You feeling it, bruh?
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| No need for it, bruh
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| So now what’s up? |
| Come try your luck
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| I can’t be touched
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| My squad’s full of a chosen few
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| Go get us doing what we supposed to do
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| Hella gang, I been cheddar king
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| Building paid by breaking rules
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| Chose a righteous path and I doubled up
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| Southern California where we coming from
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| Cause the old school look like a movie
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| I be putting that in 91 in my
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| I just need to go fast
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| I just need to go fast
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| She ain’t tryna slow you down when you coming up with me
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| I do fly shit on the regular
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| You be doing all that talking but never pop off
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| If you step you leaving with nothing so don’t you run up
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| Picking up the pieces, now watch as your boy cut up
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| Focus 4 in the morning before ya little bum’s rush
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| They say you reap what you sow, I guess I been here before
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| My rolls go past the flow and I laugh at foes
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| I could hit you with the gangster lean, stealin' my creezes
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| Ain’t no faking, I’m freeze, all my haters deceased
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| Plus my paper don’t sleeve, ain’t no waiting the week
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| I want that cash in the bag, don’t be cutting my cheese
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| I’m a walking one man show, baby gon' take you a seat
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| Now put the pedal to the metal and turn the keys
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| Now you dogging, Yoda chosen
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| Palm tree coasting, the road is open
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| With the Alpine on blast
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| Beating up the block, ain’t no coming back, ghetto slap
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| Ghetto slab
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| Chose a righteous path and I doubled up
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| Southern California where we coming from
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| Cause my old school look like a movie
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| I be putting that in 91 in my
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| I just need to go fast
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| I just need to go fast
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| She ain’t tryna slow you down when you coming up with me
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| I do fly shit on the regular |