| It’s like the world stopped spinning
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| Niggas in the game not winning
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| Not much of a prize to keep your eyes
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| There’s money to be made so we grind on
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| Gunshots up the block heard
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| A young cat must’ve got served
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| A hard head made a soft ass
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| You talk that shit, you better walk fast
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| Street life to the death of me
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| The game’s so cold it need a referee
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| Nowadays you could talk to ‘em
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| Back then, they put chalk to ‘em
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| «I'm sorry, Mister Officer, but
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| I can’t understand what you saying, you talking that fuck»
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| I’ma leave with the same rules I came with
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| And only real cats can say the same shit
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| If we going backwards, you know what’ll happen
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| But it doesn’t matter
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| Different day but everything’s the same, ooh
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| I don’t give a fuck where you from, dawg
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| Take your ass home, nigga, fuck y’all
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| You got guns, we got guns too
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| But we be quick to show you what them guns do
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| If you ain’t from here, don’t come here
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| You already know how it’s done here
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| No new friends, no old moves
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| Game I was fed by the old dudes
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| So I abide by them old rules
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| Don’t talk about no money, I don’t owe you
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| I don’t know you; |
| you ain’t day one
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| You imaginary hustler; |
| you fake, son
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| You break one, and catch dude
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| You bag me, they wet you
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| It’s simple, ain’t no need to complicate that
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| I separate the real from the fake cats
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| My nigga, face facts, I bust bang
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| I’m from the H so it’s a must I let my nuts hang
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| I leave with them same rules I came with
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| And all the real dudes say the same shit
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| If we going backwards, you know what’ll happen
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| But it doesn’t matter
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| Different day but everything’s the same, ooh
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| To hell with all that friendship shit
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| Your friend’ll make you kill that bitch
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| You know we started at the same spot
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| We was getting money then it came out
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| Was tryna put me in a cross though
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| Five came back but he lost four
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| He said «I did it like that
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| That was a—Brad, let me hit you right back»
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| Got niggas plotting on me like I’m fucked up
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| Talking reckless ain’t gon' draw my nuts, Chuck
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| What’s up? |
| You niggas got me all wrong
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| I’ve been a solid dude all along
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| So hard looks don’t scare me
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| If you wanna start a war, come near me
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| Itchy trigger finger since my childhood
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| In any situation, I’m good
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| I’m hood, I fear nothing
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| Just God, now here’s something
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| That you can go to the grave with
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| I come in here and leave with the same shit
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| If we going backwards, you know what’ll happen
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| But it doesn’t matter
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| Different day but everything’s the same, ooh |