| What a shame, what a shame
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| Shame on a nigga who tried to run game on a nigga
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| This is it, boy
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| Stacking money to the sky, getting rich, haaaan
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| Stacking bricks to the sky, this is it, haaaan
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| When my dogs getting high getting rich, haaaan
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| And a nigga rich, haaaan
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| Shame on a nigga who tried to run game on a nigga
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| Pull a pistol, bang on a nigga
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| Beamer on the Boulevard, everybody know it’s me
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| Bordeaux Polo, smoke eternal weed
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| No room for nonsense, you under new ownership
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| Pulling niggas' cards, giving shooters bonuses
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| Fuck the rumors, now I’m standing in a room with ya
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| Face, gut, buck 50, got two pistols
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| We the knights of the templar
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| Born dopeboy, oh, I should’ve been
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| Def Jam see me as a threat now
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| Hundred mill, any less is a let down
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| Full magazine, bitch, shoot for the stars
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| Snatch a nigga chain just for posing on the blog
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| Assassinate a name, nigga spraying in the dark
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| Hate you with a passion, but he asking for a job
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| Shame on a nigga who tried to run game on a nigga
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| Pull a pistol, bang on a nigga
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| Getting money while them other boys bitter
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| I’m an artist and my niggas are the realest
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| What a shamme pussy niggas wear glitter
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| Put to sleep by the pillowcase killer
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| Black Benz, black weed, black bottle, nigga
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| Rich, dirty niggas still mobbing, nigga |