| I know some shooters come in silence to put you to rest
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| Don’t hit my line 'cause I ain’t got time if it ain’t 'bout a check
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| Chains in the chain gang, callin' home like lil bro you up next
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| They prayin' on my downfall, but fuck 'em, I’m next
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| I put some shit inside my past that I still don’t regret
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| And I got some shit that’s on my mind that I still won’t confess
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| I told that lil ho that she fine, I got her obsessed
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| Every day I grind just to turn that Honda to a Corvette
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| These lame ass niggas can’t catch up
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| Want beef, I’ma put 'em in a stretcher
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| On the street we gon' creep when it’s pressure
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| Guarantee that a nigga get wet up
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| One at night, I won’t let up
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| Two fingers, one thumb, throw the set up, the set
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| About the gang niggas know I never stand down
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| Disrespect my name, swear to God he gettin' ran down
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| Live life broke, now the youngin got the bands now
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| She ain’t wanna let me fuck, now that ho a fan now
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| Designer on me bitch, I’m fly just like jet
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| Sippin' lean, pourin' all this Hi-Tech
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| I bought a house but I still be in them projects
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| Gang, gang, gang gang gang, gang
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| I know some shooters come in silence to put you to rest
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| Don’t hit my line 'cause I ain’t got time if it ain’t 'bout a check
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| Chains in the chain gang, callin' home like lil bro you up next
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| They prayin' on my downfall, but fuck 'em, I’m next
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| I put some shit inside my past that I still don’t regret
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| And I got some shit that’s on my mind that I still won’t confess
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| I told that lil ho that she fine, I got her obsessed
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| Every day I grind just to turn that Honda to a Corvette
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| I’m blessed that I’m up next, ain’t hate or get upset
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| I just waited my turn, I can’t go back, no fuck that
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| These niggas so suspect, super friendly, can’t trust that
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| That FN, I still clutch that
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| All in public, I can’t help it, I’m still thuggin'
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| Even though I rap, I know you probably notice that
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| The shit these rappers go through, I won’t go for that
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| You’ll get forty holes for that
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| Shitted on my dreams when I was local, now how I’m 'posed to act?
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| Ain’t ride but want a chauffeur back, you a whole ho for that
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| 'Cause niggas ain’t give me no handouts
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| So many excuses until they ran out
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| But I kept it movin' and I’m the man now
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| And the only way that they gon' see me is if they sittin' in them stands now
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| I know some shooters come in silence to put you to rest
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| Don’t hit my line 'cause I ain’t got time if it ain’t 'bout a check
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| Chains in the chain gang, callin' home like lil bro you up next
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| They prayin' on my downfall, but fuck 'em, I’m next
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| I put some shit inside my past that I still don’t regret
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| And I got some shit that’s on my mind that I still won’t confess
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| I told that lil ho that she fine, I got her obsessed
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| Every day I grind just to turn that Honda to a Corvette
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| Yeah, and that’s on that nation man
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| Guwop Hussein bitch
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| I’m Farakhan to these streets nigga
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| I be really uh, preachin' that real knowledge, you know
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| Shout out to my nigga uh, Quando Rondo, you know what I’m sayin'
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| You know we gon' bless the streets with this bitch right here, you know
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| From Baton Rouge to Savannah Georgia
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| All the way retarded with us, gang
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| It’s up now nigga, up next
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| Ain’t no skippin' me, tippin' me, it’s up |