| Chrome thing on me, chrome on the Lotus
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| I don’t trust a motherfucking soul, and you know this
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| Cause all these niggas be having is ulterior motives
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| It be the ones closest to you that hit you the lowest
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| That’s why you gotta watch niggas like B.E.T
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| Little stupid niggas, they ain’t got their G.E.D
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| But they’ll do anything for a fee
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| And damn near anything for a key
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| Yeah, so I keep em in my rearview
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| You acting like you ready to die (be prepared to)
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| They gonna think you had a deal with Nike, I’m air you
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| Coming through, knocking that Black Rob (I dare you
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| Yeah), I’ll send flowers to your wake
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| (I'll park a hundred and six bullets in your face)
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| I got a bunch of Rocsi’s and Frees with me
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| I even gotta watch the niggas that be with me
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| Gotta watch niggas, B.E.T
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| You gotta watch niggas, B.E.T
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| Friends at a distance, enemies close
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| Sometimes the ones you call friends be who envy the most
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| You gotta watch niggas, B.E.T
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| You keep your gun every day, I got my G.E.D
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| Everything’s believable, anything’s possible
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| Don’t take it from me, ask the niggas in the hospital
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| You holding up your right hand on the stand
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| And then you put your right hand in the can
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| Friends like that, who needs enemies?
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| I’m fucking successful, it do breed enemies
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| Talking all that fly shit lead to gunplay
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| Tear your ass apart, rip the runway
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| I ain’t with none of the sucker shit that they be with
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| Want you to pick em up all the time, that’s baby shit
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| That’s why when I breeze past, I’m with a broad
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| That reminds you of Free’s ass at the Awards
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| My advice? |
| Get your money, don’t let it change you
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| And don’t trust shit -- even the devil was an angel
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| Gotta watch niggas, B.E.T
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| You gotta watch niggas, B.E.T
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| Friends at a distance, enemies close
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| Sometimes the ones you call friends be who envy the most |