| Tell 'em label me a real one
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| Tell 'em label me a real (Ayy)
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| Tell 'em label me a real one
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| Tell 'em label me a real one
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| Tell 'em label me a real one
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| (Boy50)
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| Oh, oh, throwin' all them shots like I didn’t catch it
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| Put a condom on that dick around that Glock, they’ll know I’m well protected
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| Youngest thuggin' in my section
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| And they gon' rock out with that Calico for that Smith and Wesson
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| Durk told me treat the rap game like the dope game
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| They throwin' so much dirt, they done covered up my whole name
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| This that straight drop, scrape the pot, pure cocaine
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| This that straight drop, scrape the pot, pure cocaine
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| What the world comin' to?
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| Niggas tellin' on they partners, why the fuck they break the rules?
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| Convicted felon grippin' on this chopper, I might make the news
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| I gave up every cent and fuckin' dollar, I done paid my dues
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| A-B-C-D, fuck it man, I’m past due for a W
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| Upside down, I’ma stack them M’s
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| Ballin' so hard, I might break the rim
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| Can’t fuck with y’all niggas, y’all fuck with them
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| You should’ve known better, it’s up with them
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| I’ve been grippin' them Glocks with Bob and Tim
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| Lil Zane my nigga, made it far with them
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| Say she showin' the set, we mobbin' him
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| I don’t ever hear a rat, not involved with him
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| She wrote my name on her photo
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| I got my game from the olders
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| I got the world on the shoulders
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| I got this girl on my shoulders
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| I pour the drank in peach soda
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| I pour my pain in peach soda
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| I think my heart gettin' colder
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| I swear it’s hard to be sober
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| Oh, oh, throwin' all them shots like I didn’t catch it
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| Put a condom on that dick around that Glock, they’ll know I’m well protected
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| Youngest thuggin' in my section
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| And they gon' rock out with that Calico for that Smith and Wesson
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| Durk told me treat the rap game like the dope game
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| They throwin' so much dirt, they done covered up my whole name
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| This that straight drop, scrape the pot, pure cocaine
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| This that straight drop, scrape the pot, pure cocaine
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| That brand new Hellcat go real fast, I know you hear the motor
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| And they say God give his toughest battles to his strongest soldiers
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| See I got bitch problems, Jaiden like a parrot on my shoulder
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| Plus I got rich problems, it’s a couple niggas say I owe them
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| Standin' on the corner, selling yay, yeah it was hard work
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| Drop down to my knees every night, had to pray, had to put God first
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| Last time I faced the main reason why my heart hurt
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| Brought the neighborhood to the stage, damn, look how God work
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| I swear I had to start first
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| He tryna grind, he tryna shine, but he don’t fear the trap
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| I lost my mind, I had to snap back like a fitted cap
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| And they claim they showin' love but I really don’t feel none
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| Before it’s all done, they gon' label me as a real one
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| Oh, oh, throwin' all them shots like I didn’t catch it
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| Put a condom on that dick around that Glock, they’ll know I’m well protected
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| Youngest thuggin' in my section
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| And they gon' rock out with that Calico for that Smith and Wesson
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| Durk told me treat the rap game like the dope game
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| They throwin' so much dirt, they done covered up my whole name
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| This that straight drop, scrape the pot, pure cocaine
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| This that straight drop, scrape the pot, pure cocaine |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song In My Section , by - Quando Rondo. Song from the album From the Neighborhood to the Stage, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп