| Five percent cruising through the city this a destiny*
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| Four then one in the hole I keep that bitch next to me
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| Focus on the rap game and nothing else
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| Haters speaking on my plug I got that bitch by myself
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| I’m a trapper, H-town representer
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| Put God’s soul let me paint the perfect picture
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| D-boy swag snatchin something with the paper tags
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| My money coming out of paper bags
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| I smoke kush back to back I mean by the sip
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| ABN gang, love folks and crips
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| Swaggin on them fo’s, I’m bout to drop the fifth
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| I pull a six in the one liter let’s sip
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| I’m on another level from them haters
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| I’m talking gallery condo skyscrapers
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| My hustle right so shit I had to have it
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| That’s why I’m a neuver issue through this traffic
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| Oh no, no, no, noooah…
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| Uh, you can’t ban the truth
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| (Na no, na no no)
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| You can’t ban the truth
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| (Na no, na no no)
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| You can’t ban the truth
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| Picture me thuggin, underneath the ghetto somewhere duck the weight
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| Livin for my niggas in the system somewhere tooked away
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| Station with a bitch whose intention is try’na fuck today
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| No love I only down her and tell her to get the fuck away
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| King of this fucked up shit they call the streets I’m unable to change
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| Hood attentions invested in this class of this foreign exchange
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| Glass houses is sorta 'nough for me to try to focus
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| Looking for haters with this cannon case you haven’t noticed
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| Hard to reach I’m so far off inside the deepest cracks
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| I’m true Cobain suicide on the deepest tracks
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| I think I’m J Prince, I think I’m…
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| Ghetto legend picture me inside the same shoes
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| Thirty years still operating the same views
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| Robert Davis in the head holding these same screws
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| And when I go I hope they praise me with the same news
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| And leave these haters with the same blues
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| Oh no, no, no, noooah…
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| Uh, you can’t ban the truth
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| (Na no, na no no)
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| You can’t ban the truth |