| You niggas gon' learn buck a buckin'
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| D-boy squad buck a buckin' Rich Boy
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| I’m in that phantom, askin' for that gray poupon
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| Look at my arm bitch, ya see the charm bitch
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| Sweet home Alabama, Yeah, I love her
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| I still try to hug her even though she ain’t my color
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| Yeah, I’m fucking wit that home boy but ain’t nothin' left
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| See, I got enough heart to march with Martin Luther King
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| Got them killers right by me and we can have a party
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| If ya niggas wanna try me, surprise
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| We got some fireworks for ya
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| Pop the trunk, get the gift inside lemme show ya
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| Niggas treat that coke like a joke
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| A cocaine city’s like a murder up in Copeland
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| Pick ya brain like a buncha snow flakes
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| Yeah, I put that weight down, now it’s real estate
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| Tell me watcha know 'bout me boy
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| That’s me, I’ma mothafuckin' d-boy
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| Tell me watcha know 'bout me boy
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| That’s me, I’ma mothafuckin' d-boy
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| Yeah, so go d-boy, yeah, so go d-boy
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| Yeah, so go d-boy, yeah, so go d-boy
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| If it ain’t the truth me and my nigga don’t write it
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| 9 years from the day my uncle man got indicted |
| I thank God for the hard times when I suffer
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| He protect me like a Mother, nigga now, I’m tuffer
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| Can’t forget about you prof, I still see ya
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| I’m at the graveyard everyday, I can’t leave ya
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| I feel your soul when I’m writing with the pen
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| Fuck what them niggas say you my brother till the end
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| Nigga save a spot for me, tell God I’m coming
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| Niggas killin' fo' that money but they’re leavin' here with nothing
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| If it a game motherfucker, I’ma win it
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| As far as I’m concerned, ain’t no competition in it
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| Call me the gritty green 'cause I’m wanna lie
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| Now my mommy better thank what she got
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| Get some shit, just got a new house
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| Congratulations 'cause ya son made a million with his mouth |