| They say fear and love can’t coexist
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| So I poured some syrup in my Sunkist
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| Woke up early this morning gave my blunt a kiss
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| Never got off that get money shit
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| Riding with me my myself and I cause nan one of us ain’t gonna snitch
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| On the city bus with my pack
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| Cause the police so mother fucking hot
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| Ask Trip and Zilla had a zip of killa and bout 10 guns at my spot (chop chop)
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| Turn a studio into a dope house
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| Might be driving your ho car
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| That’s my lolo bro, ain’t trying to get pulled over
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| I ain’t never sober, plus I’m riding dirty something
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| Just trying to see my 30 somethings
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| Damn judge keep giving out jersey numbers
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| I told my bitch I wasn’t shit, and I wouldn’t change, Guess she didn’t believe
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| me
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| Cause she didn’t leave me, but what if she gets even (aaaaahh)
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| Got mixed emotions, for a few different reasons
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| Cause these niggas hoes, and these bitches greedy
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| But I’m solo tough, and I’m solo nice
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| They talking pies and ain’t sold a slice
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| I’m so low key, won’t sell my soul
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| Nor sell a gun, will pull up solo and take your life (that right)
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| You know it hurt when you just cry by yourself (by your self)
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| Trying to dry my eyes and drive but that won’t help
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| I guess I broke my own heart
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| Breaking down, out here lost, I even tried pushing the on star (aah)
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| Turned in to a Grinch from dealing with these henchman
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| Got way to much experience concealing my intentions
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| This bullshit work won’t rock up
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| On top of that, the nigga I got it from got locked up
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| What’s the odds of that
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| I know this lazy ass bitch won’t cook shit
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| Sound crazy but I’m tired of waking up eating left over Ruth Chris For
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| breakfast stressing
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| Running out of place to hide the money
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| Police got me scared to even ride with money
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| Saturday night I’ve been high since Sunday
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| Keep having nightmares I die for nothing
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| You don’t hear them sirens coming?
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| I’m tripping that’s the tv
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| Even when me and Trip get on the TV (step brothers)
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| These niggas can’t see me
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| No tint no nothing when I’m out in public
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| Pistol no smile no doubt I’m thuggin'
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| Grinding up on 100 thousand and fuck it
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| I’m moving out of town without no luggage
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| Unsolved homicides unresolved grudges
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| I love my hood by these streets ain’t nothing
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| Take nothing for granted and keep a nigga humble
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| Take nothing for granted and keep a nigga humble
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| They hear it my voice they can feel a nigga hunger
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| My stomach use to rumble I ain’t getting any younger
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| Got a million on my mind I can feel man it’s coming
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| 9 milli by my stomach I’m just keeping it 100 (LITO)
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| First game on who? |
| Not me
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| None of them threats gone ever stop me
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| Bitch got smashed when that nigga shot me
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| Be damned if a nigga box me
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| Got jammed so I gotta ride solo
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| Can’t trust nan mother fucker no mo
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| Niggas in it for the fame
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| Getting pussy off the strength of the c10 logo
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| Took a loss first with the money
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| Then my homeboys start acting funny
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| My bitch draped in Louis then she tell me I can’t support no woman (damn)
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| It was all good just a week ago
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| When a half a mill was off in my stash
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| And I took them everywhere we can go
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| Even though, niggas turn they head
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| They ain’t hurt me just burned a bridge
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| They can’t cross me, they lost me
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| Fuck em I got my kids
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| Fuck em I do my biz
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| I don’t need a mother fucker sending me shit
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| Good for nothing, around here getting credit from off my dick
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| I don’t need no friends, don’t need no bitch
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| Gotta nigga in stuntman that’s bout it
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| Got a few a couple 100 thou and a few hawks hid
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| Predicted this rain, yes I did
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| Ya’ll hoes round here playing like kids
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| Forgot about why they call me homage
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| All your hate spilling on my garments
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| Fearless love is honest
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| And I’m bout to catch me a homi
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| My younging told me to wait up
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| Your a don out here Bino
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| Please let me do you that favor
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| So I sent him out on that mission
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| With a 50 cal extended
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| I told you once I’m loved
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| And I shall have my vengence
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| I’m laid back cause I’m winning
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| This all a part of my plan
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| I speak my life into existence
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| Leaving foot prints in that sand
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| Got the world inside my hands
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| Just made a pact with Starlito
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| Though it might cost us our life
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| Our job is too free our people
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| We spread our wings like eagles
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| Predicating all evils
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| Be humble we don’t do egos
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| Build pyramids where we go
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| Lost ends justify means fuck what’s illegal
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| It’s clutch time ya, and I’m gonna hit both free throws, Swish
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| Starlito, Hambino, Pressure don’t bust pipes, nigga pressure make diamonds
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| This that real gangsta shit, I don’t know what you other niggas on |