| These niggas like to hate, that’s why I play it safe
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| Say, «Whats today’s date?» |
| Bitch I don’t know, I sell weight
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| Feel like every day’s my birthday 'cause bitch, I get cake
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| Damn near felt like an earthquake, our opps just got erased
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| Natural born killer, that nigga 'bout his business
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| I gotta ask for forgiveness, ain’t talk to God in a minute
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| And if my niggas want ransom, then you better hope they get it
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| I’m screamin' «Fuck cancer!» |
| Hope my granny keep livin'
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| My son gon' be a king, he won’t see the shit I’ve seen
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| I’ll talk to him, and tell him he can be whatever he dream
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| 'Cause dada had a dream, just like Martin Luther King
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| Down the mall, across U.S.A., on niggas TV screens
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| I just got some new ice now, and I feel a little cooler
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| I just got some new hoes now, and I feel a little smoother
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| Sellin' glizzies to your block, like fuck your lower shooter
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| Big money, shit, bitch, fuck your lower moolah
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| You know I keep it G, so don’t ask me 'bout no ho
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| She belong to the streets, but my bitch belong to Marq
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| And, yeah, I came from nothin', my favorite number double O
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| Yeah, I’ma keep thuggin', baby, 'til its time to go
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| I feel like I’m blessed, ayy, I feel like the best
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| I just got an AK, yeah, I feel like Malcolm X
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| Fucked in my Adidas, only thing I dream about is sex
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| We fucked inside my Maybach, yeah, I put it
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| And they call me the realest nigga, if you didn’t know
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| Its Glizzy, Glizzy, baby, my name got weight just like gold
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| And we can off your children if you motherfuckin' troll
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| I just want a billion, thats my long-term goal
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| You say you gettin' money, well, I’m really gettin' money
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| Remember I was poor, I used to look at Mr. Drummond
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| We not a competition, I just keep on shittin' on 'em
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| Fuck what a hater thinkin', I’m a real big homie
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| I just got some new ice now, and I feel a little cooler
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| I just got some new hoes now, and I feel a little smoother
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| Sellin' glizzies to your block, like fuck your lower shooter
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| Big money, shit, bitch, fuck your lower moolah
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| You know I keep it G, so don’t ask me 'bout no ho
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| She belong to the streets, but my bitch belong to Marq
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| And, yeah, I came from nothin', my favorite number double O
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| Yeah, I’ma keep thuggin', baby, 'til its time to go |