| Never seen a bag that I ain’t like
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| Lambchop with the doors off
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| Lil' bitch, you know I got a wife
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| As she proceed to take her clothes off
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| Self-driven, this the life I chose
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| My tunnel vision was somethin' like El Chopo’s
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| Black Swan on my toes, watch for the potholes
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| I rather focus on how much water the pot holds
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| Started out breakin' records, now we breakin' records
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| Never thought I would be famous for my indiscretions
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| She up and down on my pole, but this ain’t no election
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| I’m busy fuckin' the globe, bitch, I don’t need protection
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| Correction; |
| this my C-section, how ya livin'?
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| They makin' music but we on a different algorithm
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| Lookin' at life through a glass jar, cloudy vision
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| All I ever needed was one mic, Scottie Pippen
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| I thought I told niggas this come with the territory
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| New gold digger, that come with the territory
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| The lifestyles of the rich get dangerous
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| Some die with a name, others die nameless
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| I heard they plottin' on me, that come with the territory
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| Keep that thang on me, yeah, that’s self-explanatory
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| But I ain’t scared, speakin' the truth will get you canceled fast
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| That’s Dre drop, this type of talk come with a sandwich bag
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| I’m in this bitch with a double cup
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| She wanna smoke, lemme show you the ropes, double dutch
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| Time to level up, nigga, paper been long
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| Gators hangin' out the Lamb', Fred Flinstone
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| B-baller, s-shot caller
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| Twenty-inch blades and they on the impala
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| So many years in the game, I done became a Rottweiler
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| Survivor, with motherfuckin' diamonds on my collar
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| Made nigga, fuck yo' advice, really got a billi' in my sights
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| Blowin Za', reachin; |
| new heights
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| Buckle up, we 'bout to take flight
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| Cartier froze, just watch
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| VV’s drippin' on Watts
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| FedEx, I’m beatin' up the box
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| Bad bitches, drop it like it’s hot
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| I thought I told niggas this come with the territory
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| She a gold digger, that come with the territory
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| The lifestyles of a crip get dangerous
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| Some die with a name, others die nameless
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| I heard they plottin' on me, that come with the territory
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| I keep that rocket on me, yeah, that’s self-explanatory
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| Tread light, homie, they don’t understand the math
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| This real spill, this shit come with a sandwich bag |