| Bitch, I’m in it to win it,
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| Salute me like a lieutenant!
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| Rolling stoned then a candy Kush
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| Clouds blur my vision!
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| I can’t see you laying niggas out of sight, of mind
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| Check your watch, lil homie
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| Oh man, it’s just my time!
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| I go deep on any D, rest in peace, second line
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| If you just here run by me,
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| Catch up, you fall behind!
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| Do my thing in this bitch, represent the East Side
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| Going OG, while I creep in the G line!
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| Moving slowly down the street, grow up, the peace sign
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| Turn my younglings on the block trying to eat of mixing dimes.
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| Plan to honor with the glass, come up shortly'
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| Need by willing, need by drama, they ain’t looking, nothing slack
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| If you wanna set tripping, this gonna be a homicide
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| If you ain’t about that life, then it’s best to stay inside!
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| Nigga, let’s ride, nigga let’s ride
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| Roll in Kush, put it to the fire
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| Inhale, exhale, let’s get high
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| Let’s get this money, we’ll never die!
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| Hook:
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| Is that forty sipping finger twisting gangsta shit
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| Fresh as fuck, ain’t a thought
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| What you see is what you get
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| Cruising up and down the street,
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| Yeah, I’m smoking out the weed!
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| Higher than a 1000 pounds,
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| Nigga, I stay on my shit!
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| Is that forty sipping finger twisting gangsta shit
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| Fresh as fuck, ain’t a thought
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| What you see is what you get
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| Cruising up and down the street,
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| Yeah, I’m smoking out the weed!
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| Higher than a 1000 pounds,
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| Nigga, I stay on my shit!
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| Yo, the' I keep up my bandz
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| This for my pictures when I fuck, I’m pressing only hits
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| They put the trigger on the clip, and even though I’m that nigga
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| I’m trading drug dealers when I’m only shitter
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| I’m paranoid, two dozen niggas on my catalogue
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| Till my bitch went good like Lara Craft
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| I could deliver the pricket, you’re out a couple yards
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| I’m just a dealer, all eyes to rap songs!
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| Twenty-four our grinds if I’m in the showers
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| Get my' gotta blow up like the towers
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| Fucking cowards, every sixteen sour
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| I wanna get it maybe inside'
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| Maybe I’ll die tomorrow, but I’mma live today
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| I’m just a little giant, '
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| I’m just a young poppy with a old face
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| My flow genuine like the back so late
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| You can’t shake the unshakable
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| Fade the unfadable, play the unplayable
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| Puerto Rican woman' that’s my blood line
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| . |
| where I confess
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| Used to sell drugs when that project bitch
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| Used to dug this on the project fence
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| Had to be low like the projects'
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| You clearly don’t have a clue about project sense!
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| Embarrass name French,
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| Connections will get you'
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| Like talking about that bitch!
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| My partners will still lynch
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| You’re talking ambition
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| Living that life that I had your wife missing
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| for really the East Side like they'
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| Fiends stay alive like I give them free traps
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| Fiends bitter lines just to'
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| Black knives, black gloves like the old OG trial.
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| Hook:
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| Is that forty sipping finger twisting gangsta shit
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| Fresh as fuck, ain’t a thought
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| What you see is what you get
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| Cruising up and down the street,
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| Yeah, I’m smoking out the weed!
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| Higher than a 1000 pounds,
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| Nigga, I stay on my shit!
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| Is that forty sipping finger twisting gangsta shit
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| Fresh as fuck, ain’t a thought
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| What you see is what you get
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| Cruising up and down the street,
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| Yeah, I’m smoking out the weed!
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| Higher than a 1000 pounds,
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| Nigga, I stay on my shit! |