| Great John on the beat, by the way
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| Ain’t taking no days off
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| Look
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| Swear, I used to wait for
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| Run through them hundreds a day, what we used to pray for
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| I know they mad that I changed, ain’t whipping the same sauce
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| I know they mad that I changed, ain’t making the same cause
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| Ain’t taking no days off, look
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| We would just post on that block every day
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| Need work? |
| I can get you some yay
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| My lil' bro be spraying, he aim for your face
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| Got caught, he ain’t tell on the gang
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| I know it’s some things we did that we shouldn’t have but you wasn’t there for
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| us
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| I feel like nobody care for us (I feel like nobody care for us)
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| I feel like doing a check, I want that big bag, none less
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| Know I let that chopp' blast, ain’t no threat
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| If he ain’t dead, then he gotta be blessed
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| Money calling, know it’s time to collect
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| You broke boy, you ain’t moving correct
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| Flew to Cali and I met the connect
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| The threes told me where they get it the best
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| Rolling deep, I came with the set
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| The block love me, said I ain’t like the rest
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| Ain’t no problem, we getting them wet
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| The opps hate me, say I’m leaving a mess
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| Your lil' bitch know my niggas up next (My niggas up next)
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| So she dropping her dress
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| I hit a lick and they looking impressed
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| Mr. Jug and finnesse
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| Swear, I used to wait for
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| Run through them hundrds a day, what we used to pray for
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| I know they mad that I changed, ain’t whipping the same sauce
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| I know they mad that I changed, ain’t making the same calls
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| Ain’t taking no days off, look
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| Swear, I used to wait for
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| Run through them hundreds a day, what we used to pray for
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| I know they mad that I changed, ain’t whipping the same sauce
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| I know they mad that I changed, ain’t making the same calls
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| Ain’t taking no days off, look
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| Bitch, I got them bands on me
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| Way before Instagram had them grams on me
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| Shit wasn’t playing for me
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| Might do a bid Sleepy gon' hold it down for me
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| Gotta, gotta get it
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| You know us put the ill in the drillin
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| Play your role, if he switch, we forget him
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| Don’t play with you niggas, this shit ain’t no scrimmage
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| They know we all gas but it still get you parked
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| It get lit after dark
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| The tools on me, bitch, I feel big like I’m up
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| Ain’t no answer, don’t start with us
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| Niggas hating but they copy us, why they watching us
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| Tell 'em, tell 'em what you copping for, what you copping for
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| Swear, I used to wait for
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| Run through the hundreds a day what we used to pray for
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| I know they mad that I changed, ain’t whipping the same sauce
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| I know they mad that I changed, ain’t making the same calls
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| Ain’t taking no days off, look
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| Swear, I used to wait for
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| Run through the hundreds a day what we used to pray for
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| I know they mad that I changed, ain’t whipping the same sauce
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| I know they mad that I changed, ain’t making the same calls
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| Ain’t taking no days off, look |