| I paint the sky red, shit, with all of my opps' head, nigga, all of my opps dead
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| He can play 'til he drop dead, 'til we pop heads, he can play, but he not fed
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| Think I ain’t hear what the opps said, when I heard what the opps said,
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| got the opps dead
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| Yeah, think I’m in love whenever the sky red, think I love when the sky red
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| Young nigga too fly, how I drip like a pageant do
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| You got cash, I ain’t mad at you
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| I catch that boy, then I’m gon' end up taggin' you
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| Like a ref, I ain’t flaggin' you, yeah
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| Just ask the last nigga, we put him in the past, nigga, ask that boy what the
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| bag’ll do
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| You say you got a strap, nigga, I’m glad you in your bag, nigga,
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| he don’t know that I got a few
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| R2R Dre up the murder rate
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| JBlyckk’ll shoot, catch a murder case
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| My niggas ride with a .38, yeah
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| Special, I got me a .38
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| Used to live out the motel, not a hotel, had to dip like Rotel, yeah, uh
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| If I don’t know a ho well, then I’m treatin' a ho shell, I remember they closed
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| bail
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| On my niggas who fightin' them fed cases now
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| Now his head racin' now
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| I cut the locs 'cause my head breakin' out
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| Know my head vacant now, yeah
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| Empty mind, but a nigga gon' prosper
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| He wan' play, we send him to the doctor
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| Smart bitch say she wan' be a proctor
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| I woke the world up whenever I shocked 'em
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| Now everything goin' viral, and everybody watchin'
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| I remember I worked at Nancy’s Pizzeria
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| 10 a.m. I was wakin' up, I had to clock in
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| I used to write in my closet
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| Now a young nigga poppin', look at all I accomplished
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| I ran it up like I’m Sonic
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| It wasn’t shit they could do that could stop it
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| I paint the sky red, shit, with all of my opps' head, nigga, all of my opps dead
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| He can play 'til he drop dead, 'til we pop heads, he can play, but he not fed
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| Think I ain’t hear what the opps said, when I heard what the opps said,
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| got the opps dead
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| Yeah, think I’m in love whenever the sky red, think I love when the sky red
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| Young nigga too fly, how I drip like a pageant do
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| You got cash, I ain’t mad at you
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| I catch that boy, then I’m gon' end up taggin' you
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| Like a ref, I ain’t flaggin' you, yeah
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| Just ask the last nigga, we put him in the past, nigga, ask that boy what the
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| bag’ll do
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| You say you got a strap, nigga, I’m glad you in your bag, nigga,
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| he don’t know that I got a few
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| Dead bodies sittin' right in my closet, ayy, I just made a deposit
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| We catch that boy, then we gon' get it poppin', uh
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| Oh, you thought we was stoppin', huh?
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| Checked out, I been gettin' my check in
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| They don’t like when we flexin'
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| 40 bust, I’ma get to the wreckin'
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| Shit kick like Tekken
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| Chain clang on me when I’m recording
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| I ain’t mad, 'cause I couldn’t afford it
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| R.I.P. |
| my granddaddy, he used to love them 40's
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| He the reason I don’t love a shawty
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| You the reason that a nigga don’t call noobody
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| I used to want all your body
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| You remember when I used to want all your body
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| Don’t do drugs, spend my all on bodies
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| I spend my all on bodies
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| If I spin a bend, I’ma catch me a homi'
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| Draco, turned it into a tommy
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| He’ll figure if I pull out the tommy
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| A nigga gon' duck like goose, uh
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| My side won’t duck when they shoot, yeah
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| We gon' just up it, ain’t with the discussion
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| My shit gon' bust like fruits (Yeah, uh)
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| I paint the sky red, shit, with all of my opps' head, nigga, all of my opps dead
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| He can play 'til he drop dead, 'til we pop heads, he can play, but he not fed
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| Think I ain’t hear what the opps said, when I heard what the opps said,
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| got the opps dead
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| Yeah, think I’m in love whenever the sky red, think I love when the sky red
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| Young nigga too fly, how I drip like a pageant do
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| You got cash, I ain’t mad at you
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| I catch that boy, then I’m gon' end up taggin' you
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| Like a ref, I ain’t flaggin' you, yeah
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| Just ask the last nigga, we put him in the past, nigga, ask that boy what the
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| bag’ll do
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| You say you got a strap, nigga, I’m glad you in your bag, nigga,
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| he don’t know that I got a few |