| Hook: Waka Flocka Flame]
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| See I been shooting pistols since the 7th grade
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| I been a real nigga since 2nd grade
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| And when I met Gucci, thought I met a real nigga
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| Until he crossed the line and he became a fuck nigga
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| I used to share rooms, now I got it made
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| Niggas sip codeine like its lemonade
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| I’m still the same nigga with his nappy fro'
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| Ain’t nothing changed but this dirty cali coat
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| From roaches to Rolex’s I been through so much shit
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| Effin on me and I got an extra clip
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| Wish a nigga trip, wish them pussy boys slip
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| Geeked up off them drugs so he better watch his lip
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| Know a nigga blood, but respected by the crips
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| Shawty shake that ass, let me see you do a split
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| And you know I got an army, know I got some killers
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| If he try to harm me, I’m sending killers
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| Keep them fuck-boys from round' me
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| Know they wanna doubt me
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| Wanna see me broke, locked down in the county
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| How the fuck you sending shots nigga, at a shooter
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| How the fuck you sending shots nigga, at a shooter
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| I ain’t worrying bout' shit, nigga wreck crew all around me
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| If there’s 20 niggas then there’s 20 pistols around me
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| Jump in the water bet them young niggas drown you
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| Shooters shoot for free I ain’t gotta place a bounty
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| Overstep your boundary, I’ll revoke your blood pass
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| Used to be my nigga, now you jealous, where the love at?
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| No loyalty, you put money over all that
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| Fuck this industry, cause' the streets know the real facts
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| P. S. Don’t get caught in that, this ain’t for promotion
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| All in your feelings, all in your emotions
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| Just for attention, you cause all of this commotion
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| Nigga you just talking you don’t really want your business in the open |