| Yeah-yeah
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah
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| I got sent to Rice Street, gladiator school
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| How you gon' get me if I make the first move?
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| Them plates from out of town, I put you on a plate too
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| Chef Gordon Ramsay had to cook him 'cause the nigga food
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| How you wanna be on top? |
| You afraid of heights
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| She talking about she hate me, that’s just love out of spite
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| Got kicked out of my mama house, the trap where I spent the night
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| Lifting up all them weights, pumping iron to get hit with this iron
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| Man, cut it off, cut you out like me and your supplier
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| Go big or go home, big boot and a steel if you feel my desire
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| Glock with a switch, yeah, this that automatic fire
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| You a opp, you a bitch, y’all niggas be going out sad outside
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| Tryna' flex that .30, had a .9 in his jeans, had took his fire
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| Stupid lil' thot, wanna claim young Fauni, you ain’t even mine
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| Spot 'em got 'em, wet him up with his homie, that ain’t Heinz
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| Always on top, don’t play catch up, we never behind
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| Pocket watching, keep count lil' nigga, I’m always on time
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| Shooting out a Wrangler, it’s the wrong one, they had shot young Shyne
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| I only make bangers, why the hell you think these kids so hype?
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| I do it, I do it, y’all niggas all talk, talking about «you might»
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| I got sent to Rice Street, gladiator school
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| How you gon' get me if I make the first move?
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| Them plates from out of town, I put you on a plate too
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| Chef Gordon Ramsay had to cook him 'cause the nigga food
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| How you wanna be on top? |
| You afraid of heights
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| She talking about she hate me, that’s just love out of spite
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| Got kicked out of my mama house, the trap where I spent the night
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| Lifting up all them weights, pumping iron to get hit with this iron |