| Hardest nigga
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| Slim
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| G’d up
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| Goes
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| Ignorant niggerish, holiday shootin at the cigarette
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| While the shit is lit in yo mouth
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| And you gotta be kiddin me nigga
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| I’m like an Italy nigga
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| On some mob shit, figure me out
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| Can’t stop me, I’m Luca Grassi
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| From the book, not the picture though
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| You ain’t talkin me, I keep the nickeload
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| The Kansas made for Nicolo and me too
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| Lightin weed, this way green in the be soup
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| Wronger than the oil from the tea tree
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| Singin aloud, playing the Beegees, nigga take it easy
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| And my new name is D Rock
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| Hearts throwed back as if you so afraid to ease up
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| I’m a genius and a retard
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| Just the other day I stopped to piss onto these cars
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| You sweet and your heart pump Kool Aid
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| Block might take off yo top like it’s a tope
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| Probly blowin booty, mixed with the sour
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| Riff right now will get you clipped in a hour
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| If it’s corn that’s 2, get hit with the 3−4 times 5 star
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| General coming through (you the man!)
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| Ask me to go since Scram Jones
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| You don’t want yo brains on yo man’s phone
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| You don’t want my niggas and yo fam’s on me
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| Won’t see shit like you caught up in a sandstorm
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| SS S be the deuce
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| 5 star general, you die if you try me
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| Any nigga in the city murdered
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| SS S be the deuce
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| Wasn’t me, I was smoking weed with his bodyguard
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| Motherfuckin, this is beast music
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| All these rappers is food, I feast to it |