| Nigga, what the fuck is this
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| Nigga, what the fuck is this
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| Ay, you ain’t cold
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| Run yo shoes and yo coat
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| Nigga, you ain’t bold
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| What you looking tough fo'
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| What the fuck is this
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| What the fuck is this
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| I’m way too early but I’m fashionably late
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| I wake up early when I’m cracking the safe
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| Chef Luciano’s, the accouterments is common sense
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| She did some scams with her friends then she got a Benz
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| I’m selling signatures but I can’t even draw good
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| My raps help niggas get more money than a song should
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| 'Member me and Kenny was identical, the same 'hood
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| 'Til I seen him pull a hundred phones out the hardwood
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| Niggas sent in the wolves and the gremlins
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| This wolverine fur come from Finland
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| Don’t come off of them corners, we’ll bend 'em like a hunchback
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| Don’t want that
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| You know I’m coming back with my tax, yea
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| And my decisions too, 'cause you see what them kids’ll do
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| It’s cold outside and it’s snowing and it’s miserable
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| You know how it go, growing up in Chicago
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| They run from the snow, and they run from the popo
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| Brody he’ll shred you, Boldy be done bled you
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| Catch you with this 38 baby what make him think he special
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| Just beat another murder case, too late to be regretful
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| hit that nigga block, it was just me and nephew
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| Catch a F1, get it dropped to a F2
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| Got the FN, sneeze too hard it just might achoo
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| Been feeling so iconic lately, might just get a tattoo
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| I got the sauce and the gravy, I’ve been dripping swagu
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| I told my baby my Mercedes mean more to me than her
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| All of this blood, sweat, and tears to me this shit was a blur
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| Brick in my fur, burning sage, frankincense and myrrh
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| New Bentley Spur make the pussy get wet when it purr
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| I been a student of the game, never been a Kerr
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| I put that shit on Jamey James, my lil' sisters and
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| I got a mean wrist game when I twist and I stir
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| I turn a half key of 'caine into a crib and a bird
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| This the way we gon' do this
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| Put it in the trunk when I pull up to the front
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| Ay, it’s moving and it’s way smoother, kinda beige too
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| Now put that on the scale right here, let’s go through it
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| Just do it, you preaching to the choir from a pulpit
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| Yo, it’s cool though, we knew this, no bullshit
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| It’s been written and understood
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| Not a wolf bit more than they should and broke a tooth
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| That paper can’t guarantee a job after school
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| Now we out here with the power drills, ain’t nothing loose, nah
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| Listen up, listen good, let me tell you 'bout it
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| If you ain’t first then you last like Ricky Bobby
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| Got me running 'round this trap like I’m on fire
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| Most likely struck by lightning
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| If you find something like it, look into the light that God designed
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| When the sunrise hit me, please close yo eyes or look away
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| Don’t stare 'cause you might go blind
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| It won’t happen overnight, it might take some time
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| Or you might could cop the knockoff and take you a loss
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| 'Cause if you stepping on it nigga, they gon' notice from the jump
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| That’s running up a steep hill just to climb a wall
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| So you might as well shop with ya boy and buy 'em all
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| Nigga, what the fuck is this
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| Nigga, what the fuck is this
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| Ay, you ain’t cold
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| Run yo shoes and yo coat
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| Nigga, you ain’t bold
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| What you looking tough fo'
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| What the fuck is this |