| Yea nigga get a mixtape out or something nigga
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| Fuck, they talk bout these fucking rappers man
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| I do this shit for the money man
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| Staright g’s man
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| Word up, it’s the talk of new york nigga they don’t how
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| Niggaz know what time it is man
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| For real man I’m getting all this money this year
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| Taking it back to the streets
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| Never see y’all niggaz in the hood
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| For real man, yea
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| Nigga ashes to ashes, and dust to dust
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| Live it up get money nigga bust a nut
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| Boy you gangstes are tough and the guns you bust
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| For that 25 to life straight fucking you up
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| Listen in the projects niggaz die over rumors
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| And close head shots give niggaz brain tumors
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| Hell yea, everybody hustle round here
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| I don’t play by the rules cause the game ain’t fair
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| My team is monopilising, marketing and advertising
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| Wet on a beach with a freak while the sun rise
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| I’m in the coupe driving while you on the stoop rhymin
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| You rappin for free nah dog that ain’t me
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| I get a g every line, my fans online
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| You ain’t richer than me stop watching mine
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| The streets keep calling me
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| The keep calling me back
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| But it ain’t where I’m from it’s where I’m at
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| They keep on calling me
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| They got me riding strapped
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| With a bitch from vitesse with her head in my lap
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| The streets be calling me
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| You can see me out in public
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| I stay in the hood I be giving up bubbly
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| The streets keep calling me, keep calling me
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| I’m addicted to the streets they keep calling me
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| They keep calling me, they keep calling me
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| I’m addicted to the streets they keep calling me
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| I use to want props, now I want property
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| Nigga I ain’t tryna be, caught up in narcotics beat
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| You got the cream and blobby but it’s not ikeem
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| Ironically, I can make you feel the rockets is not a game when the llamas lay,
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| You yesterdays news, tomorrow came
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| Now your plots a grave my hollow shots fuck up your concentration
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| I gots the montego flow, I rock with yayo
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| Real recognise real, watch what you say yo
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| Love is love but acknowledge hate shown
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| From niggaz who grren from envy or rocks on they clothes
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| You better ask somebody, who’s stash is mighty
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| How many friends from the past that there’s beside em
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| Of course I’m just talking bout your man that’s grimey
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| Those who stay true should be right there by you
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| But god bless the chld who could hold his own
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| If you earn it you deserve it no man can deny you |