| Look
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| We just sitting here tryna win
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| Pull up to the spot, it’s a flock of Benz
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| So much smoke need oxygen,
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| Re-up money, that’s not to spend
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| All gold bottles at Toxic and
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| Standing on the couch, me and my accomplices
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| Pop a bottle, spot the bitch; |
| get the bitch, got the bitch
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| Streets wanna know 'when you droppin' Nip?'
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| Police wanna know how you got your Six?
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| Niggas on the side hate to watch the shit
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| See you on top, so they throw rocks and shit
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| Never really was with the talking shit
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| Me, I just went and got a pot to piss
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| Upgrade diamonds on my watch and shit
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| Pictures on the wall at the offices
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| AC colder than my Compton bitch
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| Talking that «You don’t even need a condom» shit
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| Look, I’m really on some baller shit
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| On some rich nigga, I ain’t gotta call you shit
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| On some, fuck with me if you loyal shit
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| Everybody in my circle get spoiled shit
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| Really started in the soil shit
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| Crowns on the wrist, that’s royal shit
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| Look
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| We just sitting here tryna win
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| Drop 20 bands, you can fly us in
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| Turned down deals, they gon' try again
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| We need a partnership, it ain’t no signing him
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| You don’t see the type of cars we in?
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| You don’t see the shows and the lines for them?
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| You don’t know the spots we residing in
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| Nigga we straight with dough ain’t no enticing him
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| Look at my life my friend, I got the right to win
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| I put the grinding in
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| Even on them nights when the lights was dim
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| When my hope was low, I found light within
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| I know it’s ups and downs
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| So every loss I took, I knew to strike again
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| And I be saying a lot, that’s a priceless gem
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| And if we living in hell, is it alright to sin?
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| I had a goal to chase, a life to live
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| I tried to wash my hands, pulled me right back in |