| Fuck duckin' drug enforcement
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| Tryna turn my niggas to Doug Morrises
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| Put 'em in position, become bosses
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| Writings on the wall, when spittin' I hung portraits
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| Waves spinnin', I’m dumb nauseous
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| If you got a few sittin' I want more of it
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| Never take the first number the judge offers
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| I’m in the Gucci store right under the Trump office
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| Are you living or you existin'?
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| Gotta start living, can’t be resistant
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| No matter how you get it just be persistent
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| Consistent, from not become a statistic
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| Realistic, no lie
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| I’m at these niggas necks and I’m gifted, bow tie
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| Claimin' you the best, what you sniffin'? |
| Bro high
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| Sugar Ray Leonard, it be hittin' like no mas, hah
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| Shame on a nigga, they tryna run game on a nigga
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| Like I ain’t learn the game from a nigga
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| Ready to cock back and aim on a nigga
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| Droppin' the top back in the rain on a nigga
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| Rims bendin' the corners, bad bitches is on us
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| Breakin' day with the hittas, hit dirty kitchen in the morning
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| Breakin' haze in the swisher, that piff be havin' me yawnin'
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| Niggas claiming they with you, until it’s rainin' and stormin'
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| That fake shit, smile up in your face shit
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| Get around niggas and always sayin' some hate shit
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| How you been eatin'? |
| Ain’t never hand 'em a plate shit
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| Always see you speedin', up down the block in the spaceship
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| Hoodie on, BAPE fit, my blood on his ape shit
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| Clip will go bananas on any tree that he shake with
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| Feds in the cameras, they tryna peep every payment
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| Move like Sopranos we only speak in the basement
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| Check my bank statements, while I stay patient
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| Niggas ain’t playin', be careful who you play with
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| Huh, you think shit a game
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| Got stopped by Police, gave a different name
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| Had my OG give me different game
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| Before my face was on the piece of a nigga chain
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| Wish y’all could feel a nigga pain
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| Climbin' out the hole like the nigga Bane
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| Got a condo, a crib in Wayne
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| Nothing around but mansions, got me feeling strange
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| Born crazy, late 80's and I’m still insane
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| From the streets, if you listen closely you can hear the train
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| My man got me vexed like fuck a friendship
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| Throw 80 at a nigga Mercedes and watch the Benz flip
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| My coach told me I was a loser and wouldn’t win shit
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| Now I got twin chicks on my dick beggin' to french kiss
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| Still got my GemStar, deflate all that gym shit
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| Buck fifty work your face out, permanent grin shit
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| I used to keep a negative vibe, was on some Grinch shit
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| Skimp a lil work off the top, I used to pinch shit
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| Uh, I just got off a jail call, an hour long
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| Feds be listening so we kickin' it with the shower on
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| These niggas acid, I’m cocaine in powder form
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| Watch his body drop, then we pulled off knockin' Quiet Storm
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| Yellow butter soft, I’m feelin' like Ike Love
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| Everybody pull up with choppers, shit like a bike club
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| Lately I just come up with this shit, ain’t gotta write much
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| I’m focused, niggas with no direction’ll fuck your life up
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| It’s orchestrated, how the fuck these niggas afford to hate it?
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| Smoke with the dead, I might walk inside a morgue and blaze it
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| These are scriptures, all my verses are more than sacred
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| It’s levels to this, you ain’t never heard no Porches racin'
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| You ain’t never been 'round no bitches that’s more than basic
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| The coke weak, don’t trust the plug, then you oughta taste it
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| Put it on your gum, see how quick it numb
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| Your bitch stressed, she keep tellin' me 'bout how quick you cum
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| When I think of the illest, I figure Big and Pun
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| Put a fork in him, this nigga done, go get a gun
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| Fightin' ain’t like you, confused, why would they hype you?
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| Nigga you Ron Harper, out here actin' like Michael
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| This what the life do, my past women spiteful
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| But fuck it, we got baking soda, let’s see what this ice do
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| My man he just got his house I’m 'bout to send a kite through
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| Don’t come around, I ain’t invite you
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| I used to do Mauri gators, them shits will bite you
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| Don’t nobody touch no money 'til the dice move
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| Just keep it tall, your mans sit and you see his call
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| Bitches talkin' bout Dave East from London the Edenwald
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| I ain’t scared of death, when I sleep, me and the Reaper talk
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| Fresh out public housin', this life is better than we’d a thought
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| I want you off this Earth then we don’t need to talk
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| Same rules apply, baby, she ain’t fuckin' then she can walk |