| Ayo, woke up, brushed my teeth, looked in the mirror, seen my handsome face
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| I barely couldn’t sleep, I’m 'bout to make a hundred grand today (Ah)
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| Helmut Lang sweats with the splashes
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| Kiss Ace on the forehead and grab the ratchet
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| Ferrari in the garage, in the lodge
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| Bet my blood got the racetrack, his roof had stars
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| Dior duffle with two fifty, brought ten, he fronted ten
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| I sell my shits for thirty-five, I got a template 'bout to hit
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| Hit my nigga out in Cleveland, he can meet me out in Ares
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| Said he was gon' bring his cousin, nigga actin' kinda scary
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| I said, «Bool"(Bool), «Meet me at five, same place every time»
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| Somethin' 'bout this time, though, it had a bad vibe
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| Got there 4: 58, hit him up, he said he pullin' in
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| I hopped out, went to the trunk, and then removed the ten
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| He got out, talkin' all loud, laughin'
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| Where his bag? |
| I’m thinkin', then I seen his cousin grabbed it
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| Somethin' don’t feel right
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| Let me get this three-fifty, then I’m out, I ain’t even 'bout to count
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| Went to grab the gym bag, then I seen the forty flash
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| Nigga said, «Give it up», my heart start beatin' fast
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| Gave it up, then them niggas sped off in the wagon (Skrrt)
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| Then I made a call, I need them dead, but they was taxin' (Ah)
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| I didn’t give a fuck, them niggas pussy (Them niggas pussy)
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| Word is his cousin on the force, but he a rookie
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| Live in Cleveland Heights, got a wife and three kids, we need the addy (We need
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| the addy)
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| Make sure we get the ten bricks back, get at me
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| Two hours later, the fuck nigga got to his house
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| Put the gym bag down, then he fell on the couch
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| Thought he hit a good one, then he heard a noise upstairs
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| Called his wife name, no response, he hopped up out the chair
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| Went up the staircase, heard his newborn cyrin'
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| Walked in the nursery, then bullets start flyin' (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom,
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| boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
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| Wife was tied up, seven hit the nigga, tore his ass up
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| My nigga jetted down the stairs, grabbed the bag, they was outta there (Skrrt)
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| Three hours later, got my ten bricks back (Got my ten bricks back)
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| Kiss Stacy on the forehead, good night (Good night)
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| The rookie cop fam not havin' it, intelligence was hella bent
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| Once upon a time when the swag was in development
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| What is kinfolk if two shots ring to see a bag drop?
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| I speed in SUVs, back wind so
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| Inchin' up, viewin' what I’m doin', gun crewin'
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| It was about hundred thou', I returned it since I knew him
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| Said, «Fast life, my nigga», please don’t ask 'bout it, Richard
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| Later on, breaking news, chalk outline a bitch, hurt
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| A noise outside, see cops all tense
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| With apprehend, gun flyin' over backyard fence
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| With a shot to his leg, he damn near bust in my crib
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| Didn’t sight excited, tied it, «Hide me, hide me»
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| Boom, boom, boom, «No, I didn’t see any flee from the-»
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| Check thorough, best lay here 'til tomorrow
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| Then tweeze out the bullet, so I bandage it, said «Thank you, Rick»
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| And once we were far in the trunk of my car
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| Said, «Got it from here», one of his peers, yeah, so I let him out
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| And now gettin' tortured, askin' questions 'bout his whereabouts
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| Asa, can you say «Daddy»?
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| Daddy |
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