| Truss
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| This money’s a must
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| Feds tryna pull man’s whip
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| I told my driver don’t stop
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| For my bredrin I’ll slap on my gloves
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| I can’t name a person I trust
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| And I used to hop on the bus
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| Now gyaldem they hop on my nuts and I buss
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| If she gives me top it’s a plus
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| In Newham my niggas official
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| I pop through my hood like I’m deebo
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| I told you don’t play with the 7th
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| Them man are on point with them pistols
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| And I’ll hit your squad with that rico
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| All I wanted was a Kilo
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| Ran through the back, I saw feds from my keyhole
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| Listen
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| I don’t care about dem boy
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| Cah dem boy bogus
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| All I need is bread
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| So don’t holla if it ain’t about hovis
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| I’m just tryna have me a King’s meal
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| Give me that drop if the ting’s real
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| Then I’m all up in the yard like I rent it
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| Big .44 no safety
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| Rhino teeth no dentist
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| I’m the fireman called it apprentice
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| Hit em with the double tap like wrestling
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| Chris Benoit all on a next ting
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| And I’m known as one of the realist
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| I took the shot one to the war
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| I took the nine long to the trap house
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| When I heard that they had dinners
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| Real talk I don’t play no fool
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| In jail never played no pool
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| Stain man for a TEC
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| Rochester, them days in the zoo
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| Free AK cah he’s coming home soon
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| My nigga T fam he’s coming home soon
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| Get gassed when they hear my tunes
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| Gyal get wet I don’t need no lube
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| Listen, don’t make a boy lose it
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| I called Reekz and he showed man the Blueprint
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| Snakes in the grass
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| I can’t par with them man there are Judas
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| You used to be the man, that’s sad stuff
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| These bitch niggas need tampons
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| Talking racks, where your racks gone
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| Got gassed off your bars, now that’s gone
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| Put it all on me
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| I got fam and they all must eat
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| Cah I know what the street does
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| I was laid on my back from the street love
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| Gyal say they on fleek, but she ugly and look like me
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| She ugly and look like Hus
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| For my bro imma ride like a pushbike does
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| Oh lard I’m the new shit
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| Oil it up that’s my new stick
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| Bang it off in broadday
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| Pick a place we can do this
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| Cah nuttin ain’t changed but my mula
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| Still do a ride out with my troopers
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| Still do a ride out with my young g’s
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| Tell him grab that pack go country
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| Said they’re putting work on the strip but them man there did not
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| Really had nights on the go just out there tryna get guwop
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| Top speed to a G4 tryna run away there with a box
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| Remember nights for the but that one there didn’t pop
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| Everyday I wan grind
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| I need to try get guwop
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| I just wan make back everything the system thought I lost
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| A manaman need bread like a sandwich
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| A manaman too road them man plastic
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| I put in work for my team on road
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| I put in work for my team on landing
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| Switch it
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| Still got links for the biscuit
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| Just had a word with uncle, said he got a rifle look at that distance
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| Manna pull it, aim it at your chest
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| Manna sending corn through your vest
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| 38 that’s my spesh
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| Manna DJ Khaled, We The Best |