| Kushed God, bitch
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| Once again
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| The cold non-stop, it’ll never end
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| Really
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| Foot on neck season
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| Modesty is over
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| DZA
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| Fraudy
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| This that shit Tony was listening to in the back of Badabing
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| Rugby Thompson was his song
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| Ain’t no need to part two it, let me walk you right through it
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| Shit I’m in another zone
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| Hit Fraudy on the line like I’m ready come on
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| Niggas right back on
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| Call of Duty kills like I’m Kim dot com
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| Got to separate the dealers from users
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| That shit is foolish
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| Talk tough but when you see him Confucius that just confuse us
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| Oh you just playing the game
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| Silly me for being real cause we don’t play it the same
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| Hit 'em with that Daniel-son, crane
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| Bucket low flying down Biscayne
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| Can’t ask for much but some hoes from Reno
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| Limonata San Pellegrino’s
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| Ah everybody’s rapping, we know
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| Bunch of Scarfaces, Ninos
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| I’m Michael Corleone with the say so
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| Still got love for you nigga but you Fredo
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| Set the paddle boat on fuego
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| Pressure up, foot on cuello
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| You could never match what I embody
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| All the shit that I done bodied prolly bodied your man
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| Nigga fuck your favorite rapper
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| And fuck his opinion it never mattered nigga he just a fan
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| And Big Daddy they jack knifed my style
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| Nigga Fraudy like HBK when he lost his smile
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| Bounced around the world like an orphan child
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| Give a chain to my little man like you flossing now, shine nigga
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| So many nigga want to be me get in line nigga
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| Its time nigga
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| To grind nigga
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| He has risen |