| Sosa 808 made it
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| Aye, came up, shame us
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| Fuck you think?
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| Aye, pour me some
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| Day One music
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| Double X
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| Aye
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| This shit ain’t normal
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| 'Cause where I’m from, it ain’t formal (Nah)
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| Keep that drink, it tastes like caramel (What?!)
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| Reap what I sow, that shit karma (I know, I know)
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| Big sig Sauer
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| Product of my paranoia
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| Recent calls all from my lawyer
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| That’s why I smoke on that sequoia
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| I need it, need it
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| Just to keep me higher than the drama
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| Away from the piranhas
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| Tryna get the commas
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| Go and get it then (Yeah, yeah)
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| Look, these are my ambitions as a motherfuckin' rider
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| Aye, never give a fuck
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| Never trust a young bit, not mention us
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| Never back down
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| How the fuck’s the world yours? |
| You can’t run a town
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| Yeah I came up
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| And y’all watched, y’all know I ran through the blocks
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| Pen and paper, back in Shaker
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| I done came from up the way and made a page of my city
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| When they askin' 'bout who run the city
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| (Gunna)
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| You know who to mention
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| You know who is in it
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| Moving through the trenches
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| When they talkin' bout who got the city
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| They gon' bring my name up
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| They gon' say I came up
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| Who ain’t turn a gang up?
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| This shit ain’t average
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| I’mma fuckin' rap and sing this savage
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| This that dope straight out the plastic
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| This that dope straight out the package
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| This that blue magic
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| Shit get tragic
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| Where I came from niggas died every time I came home
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| I’m just really tryna put my gang on
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| Niggas dyin' tryna put these chains on
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| Ever since they heard a nigga came on up
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| They wanna put these chains on us
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| They wanna put the blame on us
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| Still ridin' with the thang on us
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| I’m too wavy
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| And I know they all wanna know how
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| My Jack baby
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| Turned to the hottest nigga in my state
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| I love money
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| It’s the hard work and it’s all work no play
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| It’s the hard work and it’s all work no play
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| When they askin' 'bout who run the city
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| You know who to mention
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| You know who is in it
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| Moving through the trenches
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| When they talkin' 'bout who got the city
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| They gon' bring my name up
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| They gon' say I came up
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| Who ain’t turn a gang up?
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| Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
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| Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt |