| Bitch, I pull off in that Chevy while I’m lightin' up that heavy
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| Bendin' corners, soakin' up the game, these sucka niggas always envy
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| Comin' out the cemetery, ghost and servin' up all these hoes
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| Push my weight and stand on my toes, I’m livin' my life the way this shit goes
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| Take a second, learn yo' lessons, count yo' blessings, who you testin'?
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| Grippin' on that Smith & Wesson, send yo' ass straight up to heaven
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| Thinkin' 'bout more murder when this bunker’s payin' to trick my mind
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| Bring that ana to my post and wet 'em up, then give 'em slime
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| Dancin' with the devil, kiss my sins upon they lips
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| Dickin' down the devil’s throat, turn that ho into my bitch
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| Watch me do my Dougie, pop my collar, show my teeth and take a breath
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| Smokin' on that buddha cess, gorilla blood inside my flesh
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| Came from nothing, turned it into something, bitch, you see me stuntin'
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| Pimpin' suits and diamond cuff links, hoes just wanna give me suction
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| Pushin' through the fuckin' fast lane, Pouya told me, «Get it, mane»
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| The pit is out the fuckin' cage, I’m lockin' jaws, splittin' brains
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| Hustle for my paper 'cause I don’t know any other way
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| Standin' by the liquor store, movin' weight, stayin' paid
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| Moving to a cul-de-sac, straight up out the fuckin' hood
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| Call my folks and let 'em know Ramirez doin' somewhat good |