| They knowin what’s up niggas know where I come from
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| Let it ring, let it sing here we come come
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| In a slum like bum havin fun wit my ones
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| Get a gun if you ain’t down to run
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| Party wit druggies and uglies that love me
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| After the show they buy everything from me
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| I don’t give a fuck I find everything funny
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| Killin these niggas leave everything bloody
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| I’m goin to the south just to get me some money
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| Po up a 4 wit my niggas it’s muddy
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| We faded as fuck in a truck lookin gulley
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| Straight to the back of the club with a hunny
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| She ride and will die quick to tell me I’m lucky
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| She down to go riding around in a bucket
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| U know how I slide and I skate nigga fuck it
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| It’s only a hand full of people I fuck wit
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| HOOK:
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| Move like a ghost in the night
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| And these foo’s do the most in the light
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| The grossest of locust is hostin tonight
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| Don’t worry it’s gone be alright
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| They swarmin the show and they quote what I write inspired by all of my life
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| Been doin this all of my life
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| I influence through music wit all of my mite |