| Hey, uh-uh, Rashad, haha
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| It is rare shit, rare shit right here
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| Yeah-yeah
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| Look
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| Thoughts of hittin' licks still swimming 'round in my head (Ah)
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| School of pretty women swimming 'round in my bed
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| Picture perfect kings, capture that with my lens (Yeah)
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| Years of runnin' this game, shit I feel that in my legs, okay
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| Bitch, just keep your comments now you’re fuckin' with stars
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| Out your rabbit ass mind, you think you fuckin' with us
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| She can’t get on that bus until she signin' that clause (Hey)
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| Dope dick deposits, now she havin' withdrawals (Yeah, yeah, ah)
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| I’m thinking 'bout lazarus (Yeah)
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| Reborn, still jumpin' off the roof (Ah)
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| I’m thinking 'bout ashing it (Yeah)
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| Go head, what’s poppin', hoe? |
| (Yeah)
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| Pro head, I shop the hoe
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| Trashbags on my dick when I was twelve
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| That’s a hit hit, so you know where we been
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| (Still on that deep shit)
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| These niggas don’t want that close range
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| These niggas don’t want that crystal meth
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| These niggas might sell their aunties, mommy’s, papi, profit
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| I see they wonder 'bout what that harm do
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| They juggin' just to buy some new arms and new charms
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| Dirty boy, where you from?
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| The Butcher comin', nigga, uh
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| Doctor Kevorkian back, red ink, scorpion tat'
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| I hit the road with a Porsche, a brick, fork and a map
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| Stories 'bout your glory days, please, don’t bore me with that (I don’t wanna
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| hear that shit)
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| I’d rather be Allen Odden than Robert Howie, that’s fact (My legacy)
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| The coupe with the window cracked, rewindin' this instrumental back
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| Loud as fuck until the trunk pop up open and the windshield crack
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| And the AC blows, still make my hoes get in the back
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| 'Cause the passenger seat taken, bitch, that’s where the pistol at
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| Perkys got me aggravated, I’ma growl just like Oscar
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| Irritate me, I start shootin', I ain’t cappin', ask my momma (Boom-boom-boom)
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| Did my time like a gangsta, ain’t no rappin' ass imposter (Facts)
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| I was bunkies with a nigga who put a baby in a washer
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| Lockin' a sock under my pillow (Yeah)
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| I was livin' dead wrong (Yeah)
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| Now that Glock under my pilow (Brrr)
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| Nigga play get his head blown (Fool)
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| Nigga gangsta 'til his mans gone (Pussy ass nigga)
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| Studio thuggin', 'til my shooters come through shoot at his headphones (Oh,
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| really)
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| Yeah, look
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| Thoughts of hittin' licks still swimming 'round in my head (Ah)
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| School of pretty women swimming 'round in my bed
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| Picture perfect kings, capture that with my lens (Yeah)
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| Years of runnin' this game, shit I feel that in my legs, okay
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| Bitch, just keep your comments now you’re fuckin' with stars
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| Out your rabbit ass mind, you think you fuckin' with us
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| She can’t get on that bus until she signin' that clause (Hey)
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| Dope dick deposits, now she havin' withdrawals (Yeah, yeah, ah)
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| Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah, okay
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| The bud’s a cigarettes with the Glock tucked in a bucket
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| My wallet LeToya Luckett, C-notes, singin' in public
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| I done changed, I done changed, but who the fuck said I wasn’t?
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| So now it’s fuck niggas, I’m uncle Rucket (Fuck 'em)
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| What you expectin' to the ones I’m closest with, I’m still the same nigga
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| To these rap niggas, look I’m a grave digger (Yeah), short temper, fade quicker
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| Male housekeeper, look I’m a made nigga (Hahaha)
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| REAS' the new leader of this rap shit, I’m brandin' that
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| Been top of West like MAGA hats
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| Held my city down so they key later I’ll be handed that
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| Done brought the panic back, I run with killers, scholars, dealers, roobers,
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| wild and friend packs
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| Some of 'em businessmans (Yeah, yeah), some got in on they hips like fanny
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| packs (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| I don’t judge, it’s all love, long as shit right with me
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| Some of you bad postured nigga, don’t sit right with me
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| Words loud but live quiet, kept it honest, kept it solid
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| Treat my word like my neighbor, swear to God I live by it
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| Thoughts of hittin' licks still swimming 'round in my head |