| Ay, look
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| They understand I paint these pictures 'cause I’m living like it
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| When I spit, it makes you feel like you got hit with lightning (Uh huh)
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| I showed up with the whole shipment when my script was biting
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| Before 20, they put my name in a big indictment
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| My plug indecisive, same work, different prices, yeah
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| Baby Benz logo on the windshield wipers
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| And I got two possession charges for a pistol license
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| Weed trappers running out they building when I get to Dyckman
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| We blew whip money copping blue ice (Ice)
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| And spent brick money booking Jet Blue flights (Flights)
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| New white Christian Loubs with the blue spikes (Uh huh)
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| Maserati Levante with the blue lights, yeah (Blue lights)
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| Duffle in my trunk, bad on the wheel bearing (On my wheel bearing)
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| My dog came with 50 large to my bail hearing (Yeah)
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| The pot bust in 2010 and I can still hear it
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| I love my mom, but that hard was my real parent (Woo!)
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| Let’s go, who run the city the most? |
| (That's us)
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| I let this 50 off, then fill this bitch up with smoke (Brrrr!)
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| I ran my chips up so I can just pick up your ho
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| I get my dick sucked and then I convince her to go
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| Uh, it’s me, fully loaded ratchet, I’m a pistol squeezer
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| I take off my jacket, see this big El Nino
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| With my bitch, jumping out of traffic in a little Beamer
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| Got the opps' names tatted on my trigger finger, AH!
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| Ayo, bricks in the Louis V duffle, masterpiece collection (Ayo, ayo)
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| Yoppa shells hit his ass from each direction (Ayo, ayo)
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| The niggas that you idolize, I’m least impressed with (Ayo, ayo)
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| I got your bitch on the bus looking like she pregnant
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| Peru flake got me Dior Homme low tops, rose drop (Skr)
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| 13 gauge with the nose chopped, stove top (Boom boom boom boom boom)
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| My shooter come over, sniff out the whole block (The whole block)
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| Hand me 5 locks, load up the whole shot (The whole shot)
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| Had to spend 60 in the SHU, 23 in 1, 500 burps all I knew
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| First day, anyway, I go «Nigga, who is who?»
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| Get my gun ready, filled up my locker and I’m bool (Ah)
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| Turkey logs and my fried rice
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| Skip my spot at the microwave, you gon' die tonight (Ah)
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| 055, nigga (055, nigga)
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| Rest in peace Scoop, free Sly, nigga (Free Sly, nigga)
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| It’s the Machine, they act like they forgot (Hah)
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| I’m 'bout to hit 'em with that fatal shot, I leave him laying in a vacant lot
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| Try to take my chain, you just gon' take a shot (That's all you gon' get, nigga)
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| I take a block and whip the shit, I scrape the pot (With what?)
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| More shooters on my team than what the Lakers got (Hah)
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| Cee-lo gains, bank was stopped, I throw trips, take the pot (Hahahaha)
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| Ha, I’m on top, you ain’t gon' take my spot (Never)
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| I bet all of this paper in this Maison box (You know them Margiela sticks)
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| You better have something to fire with you
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| I fire missiles, leave you bleeding like a lion bit you (Uh huh)
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| Fuck you and them niggas riding with you (Fuck all y’all niggas)
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| I’m here to terrorize the game, .45 on me, I’m Spider Mitchell (Hah hah)
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| I don’t tuck my necklace, I’ma leave it out (I'm rocking my shit)
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| You say you better than me but you broke, that shit don’t even out (You still
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| broke though)
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| My young boys eating like they never seen a drought
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| In my trap, everybody weighing like it’s Keenan house (Hahaha)
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| They say my shit is album of the year and it ain’t even out
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| And yet I’m still the one you seem to doubt, uh (Talk to 'em)
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| Out in Cali, I brought the demon out (Vroom)
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| Riding through Calabasas, took the scenic route (Uh huh)
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| Bag on the back seat in case I need a house (Might want to buy a house)
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| With a bitch that keep tryna pull my penis out (Gotta chill, baby)
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| I live a hell of a life, I’m impaling a knife
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| Inside a competitor just to sever and slice (Woo!)
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| I’m Stephen from the stripe, I’m better than nice
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| I want your necklace or your life and I ain’t telling you twice (Run that shit)
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| Look, I came a long way from measuring white
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| I got right, flooded the Sky Dweller bezel with ice
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| My man shot a nigga daughter by mistake, he took a quarter
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| Asked him why he copped out, he said that’s better than life
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| I feel you, nigga, Machine
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| You know what’s up, nigga, haha
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| Gone |