| These niggas prayed on my downfall
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| On all ten, bitch I stood tall
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| Show these disloyal niggas how to ball
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| Go get a thermometer for the pot, I need this shit cooked right
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| Let’s keep that water 400 degrees Fahrenheit
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| You ever been inside a federal court room?
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| Nigga you ever went to trial and fought for your life?
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| Being broke did something to my spirit
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| Asked niggas to plug me, they act like they couldn’t hear me
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| Look at me now, driving German engineering
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| You don’t want your baby mama fucked, keep the ho from near me
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| Kilroy, remember I used to use your L’s to hit the road
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| Hit the O and make them big boy sales?
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| Moo, remember when you had them green things mailed
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| With vacuum seals trying not to have them green things smelled?
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| Feds was on me, what you know about related through money
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| I don’t know nothing, I just used to see 'em walk to the Coney
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| I fuck with bitches my body count go from Pershing to Cody
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| Any further questions, you can take that up with the lawyer
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| My nigga Fenkell, J Money, Brightmo Lo, Project Joe
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| Will tell you everyday before school I sold a half bow
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| How you think I won best dressed with no support?
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| And had them paid lawyers coming in and out of court
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| Aye Dwan though, aye Theo ain’t it a blessing?
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| We made it out Kentucky after all that happened?
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| After the pre-trials, after the status
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| After them impact statements, after the castle
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| Aye JR nigga, ain’t it a blessing?
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| We made it out of Lansing after all that happened?
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| After Michigan State, after Hubbard
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| When our mans told on us, them bands they took from us
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| Joy road bitch, but the money long as six mile
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| Brick mile, knock your bitch down
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| Pick her up, knock her back down, pull her tracks out
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| Yes I slap girl, yes I slap dog, yes I slap loud
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| Yes I’ll slap a pussy nigga if he act out
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| Yes I caught cases on the road with them killers
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| Bro kill me if I snitch, cause if you snitch I’m gon' kill you
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| Spent a lot of time on that yard with them gorillas
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| Stood tall, did I let niggas hoe me? | 
| Quit being silly
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| I know for a fact your bitch pussy get wet for a nigga
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| Cause I do it better, plus I’m doing better than niggas
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| I’m at home when I’m down there in Lexington nigga
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| 'Bout the king, they gone drop you and who next to you nigga
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| Unc said Lil T, «Get ahead of them niggas»
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| When you take off, don’t look back and try to rescue them niggas
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| You killed his mans? | 
| Then make sure you get the rest of them niggas
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| Don’t let them get the best of you, just get the revenue nigga"
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| So let me know what you can handle, okay come grab it
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| Here go some extras, so if I’m busy you can manage
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| Fiends happy, bling dancing, eating sixty dollar salad
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| Get it there and back, tell the feds I need a challenge
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| My first offer was 30 years, not a day lower
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| I told them crackers holler at me when they sober
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| On parole, I’m a felon, you think I ain’t got that blower?
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| Yeah you right, bro take his head off his fucking shoulders (boom boom boom!)
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| You hear me? | 
| Hit the Rollie store with the Rollie on
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| What was our getaway car? | 
| A Jag Portfolio
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| You hear me? | 
| aye I heard I had some sneak dissers
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| Whoever feeling hot, that AR got a heat sensor
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| Cause said don’t entertain them hungry niggas
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| I wish I would pay attention to these homeless niggas
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| Don’t call my phone, I don’t want to do no song with niggas
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| And tell yo bitch to tighten up before I bone her, nigga
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| I don’t know you niggas, fuck wrong with niggas?
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| Through these white buffs I can see the hoe in niggas
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| Free my nigga Parico, that boy be hoeing niggas
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| Shoot the smile off your face, I don’t joke with niggas
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| Boy I can’t trust you with that strap if you ain’t got no bodies
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| Boy I can’t take you on no lick if you ain’t robbed nobody
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| You ain’t no shooter, you can’t do that shit without no molly
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| I came home and had the hoes wetter than Kalahari
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| Thirty months ago niggas ain’t think that I was coming home
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| Shout out to them niggas' freaks that I been cumming on
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| Get em to the crib, bust em down, now bitch run along
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| This SK’ll get to shaking like there’s something wrong
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| Thirty bands two times, watch this money clone
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| The feds say my name hot like when the oven on
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| Bitch I came home to my lil brother gone
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| Niggas say they looking for me, pull up in the Skuddy zone
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| Who said I’m a snitch? | 
| You just heard a lie from him
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| Better check the black and white, that paperwork will vouch for him
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| Zero toleration for that nigga, take his life from him
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| He don’t want that pistol play? | 
| Okay I’ll Tyson him
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| I ain’t hear from bitches when I had them blues on
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| So soon as I’m done fucking, put your shoes on
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| I’m on parole in two states, I can’t move wrong
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| The feds trying to build a case, I can’t move wrong
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| I went to trial back to back, bitch I’m two and oh
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| The state of Kentucky banned me from every jewelry store
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| Say I can’t even be in public with my hoodie on
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| Michigan State don’t want him here, they don’t know what he on
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| I know they prayed on my downfall
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| I know they prayed on my downfall
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| On all ten bitch I stood tall
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| Show these disloyal niggas how to ball |