| Ayo, my product’s always top notch, high grade, triple a
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| Shit can make your heart stop like huffin' gas and sniffin' yay
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| Bouncin' off the walls like a stray bullet ricochet
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| This is opportunity and I won’t let it slip away
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| Never givin' no shits, been livin' this since o six
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| This is real talk, ain’t no skittled wings and glow sticks
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| All these cash got my pants saggin' like some old tits
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| I guess I’m just a snob like bitches whos trynna get their nose fixed
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| But I bet they hear me, every word is pronounced
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| Clear enough to keep 'em bouncing while I’m burnin' an ounce
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| Witnesses got gory details an disturbing' accounts
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| Of how I’ve came into the game and murder shit unannounced
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| Yeah, I been at this shit for like a decade plus
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| So I could take them to school and get a direct a plus
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| I keep on hittin' the stage so I could collect these funds
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| They gonna know how hard I’ve grinded
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| When my death day comes
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| Cause I’m always droppin' jewels
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| I been doin' it since way back (Way back)
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| (I been at it so long)
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| You won’t see me paying dues
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| Cause I already paid that (Motherfuckers got it all wrong)
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| Always droppin' jewels
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| I been doin' it since way back (Way back)
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| (We been at it so long now)
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| We don’t follow any rules, the motherfuckers hate that
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| You won’t see me paying dues
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| Cause I already paid that
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| They wanna know how long I’ve been rockin'
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| Been runnin' this shit while they walkin'
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| Picked up on the target and locked in
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| Ain’t stoppin' till I’m in your top tens
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| Started this shit with no plan of attack
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| I been through it all and I had to adapt
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| Kicked to the curve and stabbed in the back
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| Now bitches front row and they grabbin' my sack
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| Signed to a label that had to be dropped
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| Keepin' a couple of grams from the top
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| I’m the best, keep on turnin' like hands on the clock
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| Learned not to let nobody handle my guap
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| Living in poverty taught me some skills
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| Slangin' CDs just to cover the bills
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| Rappers get to only run from the hills
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| My shit is original, one in the mill
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| And it’s only the truth that I’m even expose
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| Kickin' the doors if they’re keepin' it closed
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| Whos body’s fake as the people that pose
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| They like to show love then their shit decomposed
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| And that’s how it goes through every intrial
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| On top of my game, I’ve been there for while
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| Got a mask on my face, I don’t wear for style
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| Put your hands in the air and prepare to get wild
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| They losing their shit when I’m doing the set
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| From riding a bus to cruising in jets
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| Started out as rookie but grew to a vet
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| Smoking this weed — what I do to forget
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| Swinging the shit but I do it correct
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| Permanent like the tattoo on my neck
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| My enemies know that the dude is a threat
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| The dues that I’ve paid you can truly respect
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| Cause I’m always droppin' jewels
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| I been doin' it since way back (Way back)
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| (I been at it so long)
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| You won’t see me paying dues
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| Cause I already paid that (Motherfuckers got it all wrong)
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| Always droppin' jewels
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| I been doin' it since way back (Way back)
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| (We been at it so long now)
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| We don’t follow any rules, the motherfuckers hate that
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| You won’t see me paying dues
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| Cause I already paid that (Paid that)
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| You used to have to pay dues to show… everybody that you intended to stick
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| with the business and you weren’t just coming in to jack off, like everybody
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| does these days. |
| To make it a larcker, to make a hobby or whatever because back
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| then you could actually make a living of this if you were good at it…
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| and so, yes, you had to pay dues. |
| Whenever guys had their fucking bones broken
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| or other guys have been beat up, guys had to drive a car for a thousand miles,
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| I didn’t compain |