| Yo, lighting blunts in the stairway still
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| Like I ain’t just perform in front of 8,000 motherfuckers
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| Still 'bout it motherfucker
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| Still hopping out the store, grab some dutches and some Backs
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| Got this one Hodgy nigga, still be coming through with Act
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| I still get into it, still I’m hopping, doing hand-in-hand
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| If it’s beef, say no more, still run up and snuff ya mans
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| Still walk the same streets, police still up on my dick
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| They will lock me up, bail right out, still be on that shit
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| Still crispy ups, I been fly since the 6th grade
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| And I’m still shooting at niggas myself 'til this day
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| Still fucking bitches other niggas in love with
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| Still link up in person to talk drug shit
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| Still wylin' out on 46th
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| Still take a nigga pack and smoke that shit up with my clique
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| Still punch you out your jacket if I like it and it fit
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| Still with the motherfucking shit, nigga
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| Still wit' it
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| Still wit' it
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| Might catch me in a gray brim fitted
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| Nigga, still wit' it
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| Still wit' it
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| Still wit' it, nigga
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| Uh, Smoke a lucy in the corner store, when times is rough
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| Still hit Mike backyard just to smoke a blunt
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| Still with the jux, nigga got it, nigga, say the word
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| Green light, grab the pipe, he get got the night
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| Still dumping in the streets, still thugging it
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| Still fuck a local bitch for the love of it
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| Still pouring up for Yams, still drugging it
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| Blackout Boyz never die, mafia, the covenant
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| Still roll dolo with the pole on me
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| Still rock polo that I stole on me
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| Still fuck them niggas that done told on me
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| Cause I’m still holdin dog and I said don’t fold on me
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| Still fucking with the billy’s on the east side
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| I’m still smoking silly out the G-Ride
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| Nigga, still wit' it
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| Still wit' it, nigga
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| Still wit' it
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| Still wit' it, nigga |