| Call me what you want but you can’t call me broke
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| I’m burning all these bridges I don’t cross no more
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| I don’t trust no more, I don’t love no more
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| I don’t feel this niggas, I don’t feel these bitches, man fuck them all
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| I’ve just got a new whip like skrr
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| I’m the man with the bands, that’s the word
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| Nowadays I get racks for a verse
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| I know God but I never go church
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| I got stabbed and my boy got merked
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| And if I died then it would’ve been worse
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| A hundred and fifty young G’s on my curb
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| Get him done when I give em that word
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| Nigga don’t say «word», this ain’t '06
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| This ain’t back then, man be on some grown shit
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| Yes bitch, yes bitch, this ain’t '06
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| Just like back then imma come and smoke shit
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| Cause I be on shit, I don’t give a shit
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| SW9, I be out on the strip
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| Niggas say that they’re looking for me
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| Get my strap, I’m out on these streets
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| Local, they ain’t really on me
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| They don’t really, they don’t really want beef
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| Don’t be silly, don’t be playing round with me
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| You want fame? |
| You can hit the TV
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| And boy that’s word to my G’s, word to the team
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| Word to the bruddas that I’m still GG
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| Niggas wanna be like me, wanna hate on me, fuck being friendly
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| It’s Political Peak, all of these niggas are neeks
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| All these niggas are pussies, these niggas are dickheads
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| They can’t do it with me
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| I’m fed up, I’m dressed up in black, I don’t call my niggas and that
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| I do it myself, I circle the streets, my niggas will tell you the facts
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| Fuck all the fame and the money
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| These niggas must think that it’s funny
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| These niggas run laps when it’s sunny
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| Call me what you want but you can’t call me broke
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| I’m burning all these bridges I don’t cross no more
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| I don’t trust no more, I don’t love no more
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| Fam I’ve heard bare man put bare money on my head
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| They ain’t making no noise, they ain’t making no noise
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| They ain’t making no noise
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| I don’t see this niggas, don’t see these bitches, don’t see these boys
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| They ain’t making no noise, they ain’t making no noise
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| They ain’t making no noise
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| I don’t know these bitches, I don’t know these boys
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| Suede Giuseppe sneakers, rolling round with ninas
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| General Snap, got lines like Adidas
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| Niggas talking beef, I hope you’re all believers
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| With this AK akh I can make you see Jesus
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| Never talk that cruddy shit you never live
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| I’m in that 760 Beema moving devilish
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| I’m a coke boy, all you niggas broke boy
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| I’ve got that coke boy, forty for a box nigga oh boy
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| I’m strapped with that shotty or the old boy
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| Or the ting with the whistle making no noise
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| It’s S-N and S-N, tell your bitch bring a bredrin
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| Violate me, can’t sleep akh
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| My gun got a body like a sleeping bag
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| I’ll roll up in that blue or that green S Jag
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| I’ll lay a nigga flat like a TV stand
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| Brains on the wall, plasma
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| I don’t street fight, Blanka
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| I’ve got a nine and a nank and some nunchucks
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| Head shot scrape a nigga’s dandruff
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| If it’s beef it’s beef my nigga, Margiela, Louboutin killer
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| I’m a mobster drug dealer, MJ flow, I’m a thriller
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| Call me what you want but you can’t call me broke
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| I’m burning all these bridges I don’t cross no more
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| I don’t trust no more, I don’t love no more
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| Fam I’ve heard bare man put bare money on my head
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| They ain’t making no noise, they ain’t making no noise
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| They ain’t making no noise
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| I don’t see this niggas, don’t see these bitches, don’t see these boys
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| They ain’t making no noise, they ain’t making no noise
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| They ain’t making no noise
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| I don’t know these bitches, I don’t know these boys |