| You can get dropped if you chill on the fence
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| Buck in to yutes, they scutter
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| Paigons know that the beef’s intense
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| I can’t lie, bein' a G gets hard
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| I mean bein' a G gets tense
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| One day, I’ll be chillin' with bae
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| Next day, I’m locked in a ding with chefs
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| You can get dropped if you chill on the fence
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| Buck in to yutes, they scutter
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| Paigons know that the beef’s intense
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| The Rambo’s long, of course you’re stressed
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| My young G’s still stab wounds through their flesh
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| My Opps in hell, get smoke through your chest
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| You was a top boy now your T-shirt's red, ments
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| How many opps been cheffed?
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| This ain’t a sweet life when there’s waps on deck
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| This life’s still sweet 'cah we patterned the beef
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| And his bitch still flingin' her breast
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| See, I’m a tug boy, you can leave man dead
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| The youngest tug on the block with skengs
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| Mmhmm
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| See I’m a tug boy, I don’t move like them
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| See, I cut through the Nine
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| Tryna cut you a nine but this Barbie under a ten
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| Shit, man can’t be bothered again
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| Mets complain I’m robbin' again
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| This yute boy try give profit to Ken
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| Guess where he got poked? |
| Reverse the word Ken
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| Everyone’s beefin' the Nine, I’m baffled
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| Boom off with a brush, no Basil
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| If you want beef with my block, let’s battle
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| I think we left teeth on the floor, I’m rattled
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| Opp block trip with a shank on my hip
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| On the stage, it’s a blade near my ankle
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| I’ve had flicks and waps in the rave
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| When I’m dodgin' the Jakes, no case, I’m thankful
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| This white boy said he wants cocaine
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| So I bought Air 1's in a box, I’m thankful
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| Pull up in a yard with trees, this room’s full of weed
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| I’m grabbin' a handful
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| On my Jacks, man rise with a chinger
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| Or I’m with gang in a whip, that’s manual
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| You got touched but you claim you’re a driller
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| You don’t want smoke you’re cancelled
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| Woosh, woosh, cancelled
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| I said you don’t want smoke, you’re cancelled
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| Upsuh, I’m with a white pebs like Hansel
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| My Nine boys too lit like candles
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| Any problems on my strip, man handle
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| Dice man up with a steel, no Banglez
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| I said, dice man up with a steel, no Banglez |