| Sippin' champagne for the pains I drown with
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| Pardoning these lames
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| It’s insane how they mind different
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| Fuck up out my lane, we no same, nigga I’m different
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| Simple mathematics, take away all the bullshit
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| Man you got me in the spot
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| I am free, you is not
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| Kept it G from the jump
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| I’m just waiting for my shot
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| Fuck waiting, take shots at whoever on the top
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| Make room, or make yo way up out my spot, aha ha ha ha
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| (Verse: Troy Ave)
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| I see two nipples pierced on a king-sized bed
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| Move to my right palm trees and blue water all ahead
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| Short flight, somebody daughter about to give me head
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| But she ain’t nobody mama, no baby for the drama
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| Every day I got a llama, or a 80, or a pound
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| Better safe than sorry in the parts I be around
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| The wolves in the full them sheeps skin
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| But I am known to pack 2 and I be beasting
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| I do it with straps, I do it with raps
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| It’s me in the club nigga, I do it with racks
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| Sipping on bub, flipping and hustling facts
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| Bitches in love, I love to fuck with em back
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| When I was a teenager I was about my paycheck
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| Advances from genesis, I ain’t talking bout Sega
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| Now I’m in my 20's and out here doing it major
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| Without a deal least until they get that pay up
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| (Hook: Troy Ave)
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| Sippin' champagne for the pains I drown with
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| Pardoning these lames
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| It’s insane how they mind different
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| Fuck up out my lane, we no same, nigga I’m different
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| Simple mathematics, take away all the bullshit
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| Man you got me in the spot
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| I am free, you is not
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| Kept it G from the jump
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| I’m just waiting for my shot
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| Fuck waiting, take shots at whoever on the top
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| Make room, or make yo way up out my spot, aha ha ha ha
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| (Verse: Nitty Scott)
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| Now I don’t usually share my weaknesses for others to use
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| Taught to never give 'em rumors, ammunition the news
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| But this particular winter, see I was hurting for dinner
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| Running low on my figures and so I called on my nigga
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| He played me like a cold ho-ass gold-digger
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| And put my broke ass on blast like, «go figure»
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| Had me feeling like Sam Cook in downtown
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| I was turning to my brother but he knocked me down
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| No fast forward to the present tense and all these press events
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| You try to get up in my house like you a resident
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| It’s evident, you never thought that I’d be relevant
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| Now you wanna represent
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| It’s Nitty Scott for president
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| You fair-weather nigga, enemies is better nigga
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| At least they honest in the room when we together nigga
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| Now these go-getters claiming we close
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| I throw them bitches in the water, wait to see who floats
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| You a phony and I get that that
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| You wanna dap me but you trashing if I don’t dap back
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| I get it, I really get it, man I spit it with the lights on
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| Mics on, now who’s sleeping with the python?
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| (Hook: Troy Ave)
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| Sippin' champagne for the pains I drown with
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| Pardoning these lames
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| It’s insane how they mind different
|
| Fuck up out my lane, we no same, nigga I’m different
|
| Simple mathematics, take away all the bullshit
|
| Man you got me in the spot
|
| I am free, you is not
|
| Kept it G from the jump
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| I’m just waiting for my shot
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| Fuck waiting, take shots at whoever on the top
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| Make room, or make yo way up out my spot, aha ha ha ha
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| (Verse: CJ Fly)
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| Sinister with a sin of steel (?)
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| Buckle up, how I look When I sit and stare?
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| Learned about stocks, for my business I didn’t share
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| Not the same but just a nigga that
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| Used to be a slinger yea
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| Sit in stairs like the ugly girl from high school
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| And split piff for years
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| Knew a department, not the clothes, it was dope
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| Get in says, and did so many racks, they made arrangements
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| Check, you with the guap, know what the payment (?)
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| Making it levitate alleviates the situation
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| A rock in a hard place and the walls about to cave in
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| No BM with the diphase, safe and you look out for em
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| They go missing in offense, get taken
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| Take care of the fake friends |