| Project nigga in them Foreign wheels
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| Got this from Drake, that nigga stole it from Lauryn Hill
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| Dougie on the beat, somethin' dougie on my feet
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| I’m fresh, never the less, I’m fuckin' up the streets
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| All these bottles in my section, I ain’t even drinkin'
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| (?) shoot you in front of the cops, he ain’t even thinkin'
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| He ain’t even blinkin', Quilly been wavy too long
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| He ain’t even sinkin'
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| Nelson Mandela in that cell, I ain’t even singin'
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| They boxed me in like Chris Brown, I come out swingin'
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| Solange on the Elevator, I come out kickin'
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| They tried to take my voice away, I come out spittin'
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| When I say it’s freestyle, it’s really not written
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| But, when I really write it down, then, consider quittin'
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| You sweet pepper, this my Jalapeno flow
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| You fall back, I’m droppin' hip hop weekly; |
| Benzino flow
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| I could kill your favorite rapper, this my conceited flow
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| Shaka Johnson, Michael Jackson in them courts
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| Beat it tho
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| I give em pain, this that shit you gotta feel cousin
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| They put a beeper on my ankle but, I’m still buzzin' |
| Hottest rapper in my city, what if Quill wasn’t?
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| Prolly be best just trappin', these bitches still fuckin'
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| And, I just make em look, make em cook, you be on your hype shit
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| Ike shit, make em shook
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| Wife beater, tank top ass nigga
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| Million dollars in promotion, might flop ass nigga
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| I used to get that slow money, now, the block fast nigga
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| Fast money, fast cars, even my watch fast nigga
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| Shout out to 50, he was real when I met em
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| I just might merge wit G-Unit if the check heavy
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| I get wavy, I don’t get ready, you make her mad
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| She’ll fuck me, your bitch petty
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| «E» and Reds behind me, it’s like I’m driving (?) trucks
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| Cuz, that bread behind me
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| Far as that money, I’ve been gettin' plenty man
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| But enough cuz all my bitches be sayin' I’m stingy man
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| I was in county blues like Gucci mane
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| Left the jail, put my cape on, and turned to Fendi man
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| So fly, might not never land, never never land
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| This shit goofy, no mouse shit; |
| Disneyland
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| My sneaks a dollar, I don’t wear penny’s man
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| Balenciagas, white one’s or Timbalands |
| Harvard mentality, high school drop out
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| This that 93 flow when Big was sleepin' on pac couch |