| I made my name up in these streets like a real nigga
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| I keep them pistols in my Jeep like a real nigga
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| I make sure all my homies eat like a real nigga
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| I fuck your bitch and go to sleep like a real nigga
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| Man, all my pockets be obese cause I deal, nigga
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| A couple boxes, ain’t no sneaks, just some bills, nigga
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| The way I handle all my beefs, I just kill niggas
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| If you one hundred, then you love me, I’m a real nigga
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| Chargin' my phone, leave them chargers alone
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| I’m ridin' foreigns and Trucks, my rims are matte or they chrome
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| Smoke a blunt to the dome, I got some shit on my head
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| I turn some niggas to bone, fuck them all, they all dead
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| I get mad, I see red, livin' life, gettin' bread
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| Gettin' pussy, 'Fuck the opinions of pussies', I said
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| Real niggas on top, free Rum from the box
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| Free money or blocks, key white like the Sox
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| I made my name up in these streets like a real nigga
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| I keep them pistols in my Jeep like a real nigga
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| I make sure all my homies eat like a real nigga
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| I fuck your bitch and go to sleep like a real nigga
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| Man, all my pockets be obese cause I deal, nigga
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| A couple boxes, ain’t no sneaks, just some bills, nigga
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| The way I handle all my beefs, I just kill niggas
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| If you one hundred, then you love me, I’m a real nigga
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| Studio thug, you can’t do what I does
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| I am really a Plug, you just cool in 'em clubs
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| Before this rap, I had buzz, feds watchin' this shit
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| They jammed a D on the road, he ain’t cooperate shit
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| I hold him down wit' that cash for bein' real like I knew
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| Loyalty ain’t no favor, nigga, it’s just what we do
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| BSB is the crew, we get wild like a zoo
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| But all the time we like chillin', fuckin' wit' hoes by the two
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| Man, it’s nothin', all these bitches is fuckin'
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| All these niggas is frontin', I see 'em, they owin' nothin'
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| I smack, shoot or snuff 'em, they don’t respect my name
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| Violence my go-to move, I make 'em respect the pain, motherfuckers
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| I made my name up in these streets like a real nigga
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| I keep them pistols in my Jeep like a real nigga
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| I make sure all my homies eat like a real nigga
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| I fuck your bitch and go to sleep like a real nigga
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| Man, all my pockets be obese cause I deal, nigga
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| A couple boxes, ain’t no sneaks, just some bills, nigga
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| The way I handle all my beefs, I just kill niggas
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| If you one hundred, then you love me, I’m a real nigga
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| Part 2: June 5th
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| Was 'bout to buy a 'Rari, bought a tour bus
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| With that I get a Lambo wit' the doors up
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| Fuck could niggas tell me I ain’t working
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| I see them niggas every time they hurtin'
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| Passed a couple haters lookin' stressed out
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| You can’t have your hand and your chest out
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| What you tryin' to hold, huh, nigga, what?
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| You can hold these shots, you can hold these nuts
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| I got mad missions to accomplish
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| Runnin' through a bitch-nigga gauntlet
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| I can never stop, give me what you got
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| I ain’t tryin' to hit like a bitch is on
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| Some niggas throw shots, but it don’t matter
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| Cause when I throw shots bones shatter
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| Break 'em down, break 'em down, break 'em
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| I’m the real deal, niggas fakin'
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| Moment of silence, I’m 'bout to kill niggas
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| You’re bitin' my style, I’m 'bout to bill niggas
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| Swagger jackin' at an all-time high
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| And I ain’t really mad, I am that guy
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| A fisher with the fish scale, you a tuna
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| Little nigga, I’m the big whale and the shooter
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| Violate I sent you to hell, oh, well, your L
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| Eleven thou' in my pocket that I could throw in a fire
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| And I won’t feel it cause, real shit, all my stacks gettin' higher
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| On the top pointin' higher, on a roll like a Kaiser
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| Most these niggas' vagina, I’m lookin' 'round but don’t find ya
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| Like, damn with these niggas that be so tough
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| My phone in my hand, nobody still ain’t called my bluff
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| I got it off grams, these other rappers not so much
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| Not so much, the chuck is up, real nigga shit
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| Was 'bout to buy a 'Rari, bought a tour bus
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| With that I get a Lambo wit' the doors up
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| Fuck could niggas tell me I ain’t working
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| I see them niggas every time they hurtin'
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| Passed a couple haters lookin' stressed out
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| You can’t have your hand and your chest out
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| What you tryin' to hold, huh, nigga, what?
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| You can hold these shots, you can hold these nuts |