| I’ve been watching you all this, you rob with dishonesty
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| Y’all be claiming king, but you die with no dinasty
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| Little lookout cats tryina hide for a finder’s fee
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| Demon on my side, that’s my guy it’s reminding me
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| Every rapper mine back in time, they rewinding me
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| Every back in mind that I turn is a lime of me
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| My mistake is real, I’m a legend and an urban myth
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| Drug addiction all around my corner and I’m serving
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| You should know and nodes to put it all and know this
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| To stab you on the back when the hood is on your shoulders
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| Speaking to the people so what good is y’all promoters
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| I annalyze the game and understood it all was bogus
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| So I’ve been watching you watching me and I’m lookin back
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| Seen you push us back, counting dirty money, coulnd’t crack
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| I use to have cigarette burns in my sofa
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| You listen to my world is like germs in my culture
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| Riding round myself got me feeling lonely
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| Cruising through the city with my tank only
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| Looking for my friends would have flex my homies
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| The only thing I ask for is loyalty
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| It’s way too many snakes in this game for me
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| And murder is the only thing you get for free
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| I ain’t even worry bout my lawyer’s fees
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| My gun bang bang for that loyalty
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| My profit’s rising, I’m terrorizing the game now
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| Yellin on these records, I’m feelin higher than slaine now
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| Millitary mind state, they try to shoot my plane down
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| I’m incognito with desert eagles and trade pounds
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| Life of a gambler, sidelines scrambler
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| This ain’t internet porn, we don’t fuck with amateurs
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| Baby blue porsche, bucket seats and I’m flying son
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| In the fast lane, drunk as fuck like I’m ryan dunn
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| High off of life, take ahead my success
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| Driving by myself, hearing voices, I’m berserk
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| What the fuck you haters talking bout
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| What happened to the loyalty
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| I’m royalty, these sour milk duds tryina spoil me
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| Couple shots of whiskey got me pissy feeling dizzy
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| Shouldn’t drive but I’m behind the wheel
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| Flying through the city got
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| Molly in the passnger, mary jane in the back
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| My block is hotter than africa, all my pistols are blat!
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| Riding round myself got me feeling lonely
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| Cruising through the city with my tank only
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| Looking for my friends would have flex my homies
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| The only thing I ask for is loyalty
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| It’s way too many snakes in this game for me
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| And murder is the only thing you get for free
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| I ain’t even worry bout my lawyer’s fees
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| My gun bang bang for that loyalty
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| Straight off the block with the shooter report
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| Y’all fuck boys twice down serve soup with the fork
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| When gun talk meet the kiss of death
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| Disrespect runs deep when the legions disconnect
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| Loading up that ammo on that rambo
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| That pop off silent like the d in django
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| Navy seal clone, prepare for the unknown
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| Living on the rage’s edge till the gun blow
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| Y’all done fuck with some suicide bombers
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| Walk into a hale of bullets with body armor
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| Pearl harbour, the man’s a nusense
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| And he just came home early, and he dukin
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| You know what they say, every dog has his day
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| The ass rider check, the mouth gotta pay
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| It ain’t a crime wave, it’s enemy occupation
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| Step cross enemy line, termination, that’s lurpse
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| Riding round myself got me feeling lonely
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| Cruising through the city with my tank only
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| Looking for my friends would have flex my homies
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| The only thing I ask for is loyalty
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| It’s way too many snakes in this game for me
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| And murder is the only thing you get for free
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| I ain’t even worry bout my lawyer’s fees
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| My gun bang bang for that loyalty. |