| The world has been down on me
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| Waiting for this all we
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| Macking and stacking cream
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| Tonight I’m on the scene
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| Planning on getting so clean
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| Only to sparkle the car
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| Everyone’s where we are
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| My baby’s on my arm
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| We got the stop (?) and junks
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| Super slick shit is bomb
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| I know we looking tough
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| You won’t be looking too much
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| There go my niggas, what’s up?
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| Another rap for us
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| Turn up the sounds enough
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| It’s going down and plus
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| It’s shiny man, with velvet and diamonds and stuff
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| High and sophisticated, to celebrate that we made it
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| Always the beat will save us
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| Niggas and all you ladies
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| Buckets of new Mercedes, fuck it just fill your flavor
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| Times we live are crazy, everyone’s money hungry
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| I think that’s poppin' ugly, baby just say you love me
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| I know we all struggling to make something out of nothing
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| What’s up to all my cousins and my niggas home from prison
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| Hustlin' and straight what is it? |
| Do your dance how you get it
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| We live life in that rhythm, they takin' don’t you givin'
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| So we take it don’t you play, how we so fly as nothing
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| We stepping out you coming? |
| We stepping out you coming?
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| They try to break our backs (and our riches)
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| All we did was lean with the … (on them bitches)
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| Still they come to love how we act (clown)
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| Still they push they laws up against our stacks (when we in town)
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| We put our bird grease on how we please you
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| We up in jail before we let a pig talk greasy
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| Diamonds we talk, stay grindin' and try to walk the walk
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| … harder than your bibles
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| We steppin' out (x8) |