| As time goes by, a eye for an eye
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| We in this together, nigga, your beef is mine
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| So long as the sunshine should light up the sky
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| We in this together, nigga, your beef is mine
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| Man, I just saw that nigga out the other day
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| That’s me talking to my loved ones
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| I wouldn’t have this shit no other way
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| That’s me sparking for my loved ones
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| As the plot thickens, either get rolled on or rock with it
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| Make a decision, nigga, the clock’s ticking
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| Feeling chauvinistic, rolling with the coldest bitches
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| And the whip’s equipped with gold ignitions
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| It has just been bought to my attention
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| That the mistress finally went and told the missus
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| Aw, shit, Vishis, hold this liquor
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| I got to take this phone call from my shawty tripping
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| Uh, I’m dipping out, keep the car and the house
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| I get my own shit, shit, I kept a separate account
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| I know the rules in the street or the house
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| And what I learnt, it ain’t an equal amount
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| I see them niggas you 'round
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| And the loyalty, you’d go to war to hold 'em all down
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| Tell 'em your word is your bond, but you lie to me, how?
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| You respect them niggas way more than me by a mile
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| I had your child, shit, babe, I can’t figure it out
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| You cheat on me, it’s respected, cheat on them, it’s foul
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| Somehow, the codes that you live by ain’t balancing out
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| Cross the line, motherfucker, I’ma line it with vowels
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| I owe you nothing, fuck your vows
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| I was your down-ass chick, you let me down
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| Said your word and your balls is alls you had
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| I learnt your your word and your balls wasn’t always 'round
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| Shit, I know niggas in the bin you still loyal to
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| Never snitch, you don’t sing, you a lawyer dude
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| But pillow talk and sing to bitches, is that loyal, too?
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| Tryna figure out when it becomes, «Aw, fuck the rules»
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| 'Cause you a real nigga and that’s what real niggas do, love none
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| Money over bitches and hoes how this shit goes
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| Even though she giving a nigga head out of his globe
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| Keeping me fed was something more than just bottles of rose
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| But when you out in the cold, you gotta follow the code
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| I’m a rider fa sho, got my side chick in those
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| Apartments that’s downtown with the thousand-dollar deco'
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| I’m wilding out for the dough, though, make sure
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| That you never let me out, always keep me in
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| I get geeked when we be deep, I feel awkward when we be thin
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| Made of these ingredients, real nigga and loyalty
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| My three downfalls is get killed, snitching, and lawyer fees
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| Tripping over quarter-kis
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| Even if shit come up missing, I flip for my 40 thieves
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| Death before dishonor, just lock me in jail and throw the keys
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| 'Fore I step to your baby momma, c’mon, bro, it’s me
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| We just rolling, clutching 9s
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| Even though it’s rumors you been fucking mines
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| I don’t believe 'em, no, I just be tuning 'em out
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| Out of my mind and out my vehicle
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| Just give me some drink and some weed to blow
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| No, I ain’t naive, though
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| We cold, uh, my nigga, we close
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| My wife’s friend got a big old ass
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| She come around me, I put her in the fish bowl fast
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| I be staring at her like she a science project
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| Thinking to myself like, «Goddam, why I ain’t got that?»
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| But I’m just busy
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| Getting money, running through these bitches with my loved ones
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| Killing all these niggas with the quickness for my loved ones
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| Getting it with my loved ones, splitting it with my loved ones
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| Hey, money over bitches, never switch and never love none
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| Getting money, running through these bitches with my loved ones
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| Killing all these niggas with the quickness for my loved ones
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| Getting it with my loved ones, splitting it with my loved ones
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| Fucking with these hoes even though we never love none |