| Rep the set, for claiming neutral
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| Twist my fingers, like I’m muted
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| Niggas act up, shoot a movie
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| Make 'em backup, with the uzi
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| No contractor, get excluded
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| We let loose on all intruders
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| Find my peace from smoking Buddha
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| Turn my dreams into my future ay
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| I get racks all day, I smoke packs all day
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| I’m the great, call me Cassius Clay
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| Sting you with that Ray okay, let’s go
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| Highly medicated dro
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| In my lungs that’s all I blow
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| Your girl know me as the Pope
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| She speak in tongues I bless her soul
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| Soon as I hit it, I quit it, I’m ghost
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| Ain’t got no time to be checking these hoes
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| Finish the pack, hit the block, where the dope
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| And the shit get to high, but it ain’t for the low
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| From the beginning, we seen it, no need to be hidden, just stick to
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| motherfucking code
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| Breaking the system like I was Neo
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| But no I ain’t the one that be liking the smoke
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| Got some shooters here with me, they strapped with the pole
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| And them clips make you dance when i tell em to blow
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| Told my momma don’t panic I’m king in the throne
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| Had to go in on my own
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| Reppin' the trey 'til I’m gone
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| Rep the set, for claiming neutral
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| Twist my fingers, like I’m muted
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| Niggas act up, shoot a movie
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| Make 'em backup, with the uzi
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| No contractor, get excluded
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| We let loose on all intruders
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| Find my peace from smoking Buddha
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| Turn my dreams into my future ay
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| Godly living, but the son of Satan
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| I don’t run from fire, learning to embrace it
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| There’s a beast living, and he can’t contain it
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| I’m like Naruto a nine-tail in my making
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| I just sniff and blow by the kilo
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| I mix the henny with the Clicquot
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| Shorty on her knees like a cathedral
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| Trying to send a prayer with a neck
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| I got the best, sippin' gelato the meds
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| I twist it and burn up the bandz
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| Hop out and flex
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| Bitch that I’m grippin' a ten
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| I’m mixin' and sippin' the tech
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| I blow the finest crops
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| Rubber band round my knot’s
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| It’s thicker then all you got
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| I call the shots
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| Duckin' from all the cops
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| These niggas be calling drops
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| Niggas shootin with no aim
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| Hittin anybody standin what we sprayin
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| I back a nigga' mother down for the safe
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| I pack a nigga out, he thinkin' we playin'
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| Shorty fucked me in the Range Rove
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| Told me thank you it was like her main goal
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| Niggas moving when I say so
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| And I’d do the same for my main bros
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| Rep the set, for claiming neutral
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| Twist my fingers, like I’m muted
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| Niggas act up, shoot a movie
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| Make 'em backup, with the uzi
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| No contractor, get excluded
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| We let loose on all intruders
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| Find my peace from smoking Buddha
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| Turn my dreams into my future ay |