| Just to speak from the soul
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| Reach for my bible then I reach for my pole
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| Remember sharing beds, I had the sheets with the holes
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| Water under the bridge, I used to sleep with the trolls
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| You reap what you sow, knee deep in the snow
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| Keep a piece for your nose
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| Niggas can keep the corner, made a feast around the globe
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| And if a nature is a beast, I’m a beast with a flow
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| Black tape on the bricks, I’m in the streets with the crows
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| And in the streets I suppose, I’m the only nigga active
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| 40 cal got the hollow, Nine full metal jacket
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| Shooting sweet sixteens, I’m in a whole another bracket
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| Get it I came home I was shooting niggas for practice
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| There’s a coffin auction, realest so old niggas better walk with caution
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| Eating but I ain’t full I need a portion
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| Never catch me with rappers they be awkward, off 'em
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| Run New York like Johnny Set
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| Two thunderbirds tucked in that Pontiac
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| I stay dangerous, catch me where the homi’s at
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| They know I did it but never found where the bodies at
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| I’m in a foreign eating 4 wings, rolling dope in the Audi rocking 4 rings
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| Lil' homie just hit me he need 4 things
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| guilty cause the streets need more kings
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| But shit I ain’t the jury, good at judge tho
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| I’m just tryna see all my thugs grow
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| I’m just tryna re-up keep this drug flow
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| I ain’t tryna stay there 'till the club close
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| Don’t nothing good come when I tote this slug nose
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| Niggas tryna catch me in my club posed
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| Bag of 50 bundles in my club closed
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| I’m so fly I might run off with the plug hoe |