| They say there’s a price on my head, but it ain’t nothing
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| Everyday I’m still on the block, gangsta struting
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| Got a brick in the six, on the way to Luffin
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| Trying to turn this 15−5, to something
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| Flipped it quick, and I brought it back
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| I got a briefcase full of cash, in my Lac
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| A whole bunch of hundred dollar bills, in my stack
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| I’ve been broke, I ain’t going back to that
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| This the 2K4 2K5, times are hard but I’m still gon strive
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| Not '99 but I’m still gon rise, two deep with Z-Ro right by my side
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| Maybe even fo', with Lil' Boss and Jay
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| Still tipping in a drop, that’s blue and grey
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| I represent Southwest, on the block of where I stay
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| Plex, that’ll be where your chest lay
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| Only words that I hear is mine, only way to get paid is grind
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| 24 with no sleeping time, ducking laws cause I don’t want no time
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| Some niggas out here wanna rap for fame
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| Me myself, I wanna rap for change
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| Put some’ing in a safe, when I rock the frame
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| Now-a-day's, everything be off the chain
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| Currency is a must have, if a nigga see cash then he must grab
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| Trying to juice the block for this cream, I ain’t slept in three days know what
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| I mean
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| I’ve been on the block trying to hustle and get it, flip my funds in six figga
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| digits
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| Pockets looking like full figure midgets, everybody wanna know what the fuck is
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| it
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| I’ve been trying to get cash mayn, put a little in a stash mayn
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| I don’t wanna live in trash cans, picking scraps with my bear hands
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| So I spit my lyrics to get good do', what you think a nigga still up in the
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| hood fo'
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| Is that good to try to get hood do', out here risking the spots you won’t go
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| I got a brick and I’m letting you get use to it, I’m all in the neighborhood
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| selling niggas the fluid
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| I got hard soft X pills I’m true to it, hustling zones away nothing new to it
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| I try to stay in the game with steady hands, sitting back peeping the game of
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| how it’s ran
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| Some of these niggas don’t seem to understand, to get the green you gotta have
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| a plan
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| I got birds of caine I got gallons of drank, I move weight like eight sealed
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| gallons of paint
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| So fuck what you think and fuck what you heard, Kyleon hit the blocks with the
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| rocks and the syrup
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| I know it works your nerve to see me balling, got 4's on my low when you see me
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| crawling
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| Candy do’s low pro’s and the TV’s falling, and a bad yellowbone that hear me
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| calling
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| It’s my time to shine cause the Lord allowed it, gotta rise to the top cause
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| the bottom too crowded
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| It’s J.K. |
| but he bout it bout it, these niggas gon hate no doubt about it
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| It’s Southside for life that’s where I stay, 11−9-11 that’s where I play
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| MLK where I stack my pay, I know you boys know about D.E.A
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| Me and Trae to S-L-A-B, H-Town Tex' and the S.U.C
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| Better have a check when you fuck with me, I’m super-glued to the do' so it’s
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| stuck with me
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| Grind and hustle with my mind and muscle, keep getting money cause it’s time to
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| hustle
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| You need to get off ya ass and start trying to hustle, and go out there and try
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| to find a hustle
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| G’s by my side they ready to ride, I put 4's on 4's so I’m ready to glide
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| I’m out the West of the South niggas know my side, paint wet like rain so you
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| know I slide
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| I’m a wade body Lac finesser, 25 deep sitting on my dresser
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| Don’t talk too fly FED’s might arrest ya, these snitch ass niggas might help
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| 'em catch ya
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| S.K.G. |
| niggas know I claim it, this red beam niggas know I aim it
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| Who next for the plex better go on bring it, chose on mix I’ma go on slang it
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| I’m a asshole riding with the Trae and Ro-da, can’t spit like me so you know
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| I’m throweder
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| Got a 3−5-7 like a Cheve motor, I’m the shit round here so I know they told ya
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| Niggas already know I’m a grinder mayn, plenty raps in my binder mayn
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| Won’t get caught slipping in the turning lane, by these niggas hating cause I
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| got some change
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| I’m really finna get my cash on, put that right back to my stash zone
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| Clap that gone-bread niggas that tell on, a young black cat trying to get his
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| mash on
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| I bleed the game while you niggas lose, just to walk in my lil' old blues
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| Ain’t no way that Lil' B gon lose, cause I’ve been out here too long paying dues
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| These niggas better get they mind right I’m in the limelight, quick to bust
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| mine in the line of gun fight
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| Time to grind rhyme cause I’m thoed on the mic, and the streets know S.L.A.B.
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| gonna rep for life |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Cameo 2 (S.L.A.B.ed) , by - Trae Tha Truth. Song from the album Plex, Vol. 4.5 (S.L.A.B.ed), in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп