| I’m in the zone this year
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| Made a few hundred thousand dollars on my own this year
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| Yup, the rap version of fish scale, we got 'em hooked
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| And how it looks, the pot is outside in the kush
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| So however we got to get it
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| Selling guns and yay and putting out records
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| Whatever method of madness bring the cabbage
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| Sick of people saying I ain’t celebrity status
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| Been around the world and smashed some of the baddest
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| On the raddest of mattresses, batting they lashes
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| Funny thing is apparently I’m so attractive
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| The bitch started squirting before I pulled out the maggot
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| Hold up, my salsa moves is on fire right now
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| Show off, S-T dot
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| Run off of the brag and show me where the duffel bag
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| Don’t get me fucking mad, my killers’ll stuff your dad
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| Or take a different approach
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| R. Kelly to your bitch, go and piss in her throat
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| From pitching coke to sitting on boats
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| My life is eclectic, ice on the necklace
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| Spend half my life ducking sheisty detectives
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| Can’t match the price, you ain’t got no connections
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| It’s hard being a dope boy in rap
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| These fucking nerd critics don’t understand where I’m at
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| You went to a good school and had a lot of money
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| I went to a hood school and had to dress bummy
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| Only time I had money was the Easter bunny
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| I’m still mad so I don’t like nobody speaking to me
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| Fuck the world with a dirty dick
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| Give thirty-six ounces of yay and I’ll murder it |