| Gotta keep it on me, nigga, I ain’t with the trickery
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| Gotta keep a stick-up man, turn 'em into history
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| Still be in the field 'cause I ain’t fuckin' with the industry
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| I been bustin' seals, private room right at The Embassy
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| I don’t fuck with niggas, 'cause these niggas, they be cancerous
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| Just was servin' hand-to-hand and tryna duck the cameras
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| Lot been goin' on, it’s why we pourin' all these Fantas up
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| On so many drugs and I’m surprised that I be standin' up
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| I just took a Perky, now I’m back up in my element
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| You move funny, so my ties, I gotta sever it
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| Gotta watch these hoes, because these bitches, they be devilish
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| We will come and shoot your fuckin' block up like some terrorists
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| Still’ll fuck a ratchet, but my baby, she got etiquette
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| The struggle, that’s what made me so for real, I gotta cherish it
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| Go another 'nother million, thank God, ain’t gon' never forget
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| 'Cause niggas turn to ghosts, when this life shit, it get serious
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| You gotta stack up the money
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| 'Cause that shit can really get ugly, huh
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| Gotta play smart in the jungle, huh
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| Run up a sack and don’t fumble, huh
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| Mad 'cause we shot at his cousin, huh
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| Know that he love him but fuck him, huh
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| No, we ain’t goin' for nothin'
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| Hop out this bitch, get to bustin', huh, real
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| Gotta keep it on me, nigga, I ain’t with the trickery
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| Gotta keep a stick-up man, turn 'em into history
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| Still be in the field 'cause I ain’t fuckin' with the industry
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| I been bustin' seals, private room right at The Embassy
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| I don’t fuck with niggas, 'cause these niggas, they be cancerous
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| Just was servin' hand-to-hand and tryna duck the cameras
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| Lot been goin' on, it’s why we pourin' all these Fantas up
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| On so many drugs and I’m surprised that I be standin' up
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| We swingin' hammers, bitch, we leavin' candles lit
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| That nigga got the word his man got hit, he best go handle it
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| No blamin' shit, can’t slide with hot boys 'cause them hoes be jammin' shit,
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| we whammin' shit
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| We shot the porch up, leaved him on the bannister
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| And if a rapper’s tryna beef then fuck a killers
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| The job’s still hit the block, be with my mans and them
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| Yeah, that my fam and them
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| All these rappers talk Amiri jeans, got several pairs of them
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| But difference, got it out the trap, so that be where I’m wearin' them
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| Gang it up, let’s get it
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| Man in my trap
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| I was just gettin' that money like several different ways
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| Call you right back
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| I’m out in traffic, got drugs in the whip, tryna catch me a play
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| Hit her from the back
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| I dick her down through the night, in the morning she callin' me bae
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| Play with them gats
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| You could get shot in the street in the middle the motherfuckin' day, for real
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| Gotta keep it on me, nigga, I ain’t with the trickery
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| Gotta keep a stick-up man, turn 'em into history
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| Still be in the field 'cause I ain’t fuckin' with the industry
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| I been bustin' seals, private room right at The Embassy
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| I don’t fuck with niggas, 'cause these niggas, they be cancerous
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| Just was servin' hand-to-hand and tryna duck the cameras
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| Lot been goin' on, it’s why we pourin' all these Fantas up
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| On so many drugs and I’m surprised that I be standin' up |