| I’m a made man, come cop rocks from the caveman
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| About to turn it up to the max, free the wave man
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| Before I sold ounces of Molly, I was the haze man
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| Had to step it up, that lil petty money’s a phase, man
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| Back up in the kitchen, rocking, water whipping, cut it back and flip it
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| Niggas know I had to get it, add a couple digits, I’m a mathematician
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| All these rappers tripping, I be trapping, sipping, this the '80s track edition
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| I got '80s babies, they got rabies babies, some is bleeding and some is cripping
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| Go ahead front on me and try and stunt on me and pull that gun on me, it’s a war
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| Will need a body double in your lobby huddle, turn you to a puddle,
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| nigga you drunk
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| Now your body leaking, and we’re prolly tweaking, it’s that all my niggas do
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| what we want
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| Back up off me, niggas strap is off me, you get clapped and surely,
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| you get hit with the pump
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| Leave nigga smelling stank
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| Called a mobile for the dank
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| I need three gas in my tank
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| Dice game, I got bank
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| Popping xannies 'til I faint
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| Turn the street red like I’m walking in paint
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| Fiending codeine without drank
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| Sip that is straight out the paint
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| Claiming real fool, know that you ain’t
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| Keep it real bool, you could get shanked
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| All my niggas be the same, all my niggas in the game
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| All my niggas down to bang, all my niggas down to slang
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| All my niggas know the slang, all my niggas got stank
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| All my niggas down to ride, all my niggas down to die
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| All my niggas getting high, all we know is homicide
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| All my niggas getting by
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| Hunnit Round Hef got a hunnit round Tec and a hunnit pounds left at the spot
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| Said «hey ma» she said «oh boy» I said bitch you gon' suck it or not
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| I been pimping hoes and I been doing shows and you know I’m still hustling rock
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| When it’s meetings on the yacht, Sour Diesel be the crop, she don’t like you,
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| she a pop
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| Free my niggas out the mud
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| Pray for rain and made it flood
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| Middle finger to the judge
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| Million dollars out the plug
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| Momma tell me I’m a thug
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| I don’t make no rules without my drugs
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| Pint of red dot, xannies, and bud
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| Better play it cool or you could get drug
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| I don’t fear no nigga, bitch, I’m a blood
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| I don’t fear no nigga, bitch, I’m a blood
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| I don’t fear no nigga, bitch, I’m a G
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| Rap fly, nigga gimme your key
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| Wanna smoke, better bring me a P
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| Need a verse, then you know it’s a fee
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| Niggas pussy, I just call what I see
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| Ralph Lauren on me, nigga I’m flee
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| Ralph Lauren on me, nigga I’m flee
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| All my niggas be the same, all my niggas in the game
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| All my niggas down to bang, all my niggas down to slang
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| All my niggas know the slang, all my niggas got stank
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| All my niggas down to ride, all my niggas down to die
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| All my niggas getting high, all we know is homicide
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| All my niggas getting by |