| Be easy
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| Be easy
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| Or it’ll be a long day
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| Hold on, let me light my blunt, man
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| This shit too easy
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| I’ll do it in my sleep
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| Yeah!
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| It’s a new game
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| Lame nigga forefit
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| I’m well ahead thoroughbred
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| You just horse shit
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| Flow out of this world
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| I’m in orbit
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| More chips
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| So them hoes chase me like Norbit
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| I’m more sick
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| No anidonte
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| High like manigoat
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| Flow crack &it's dope
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| Only talk money, homey
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| I don’t understand the broke
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| Take something from me
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| Niggas come &bust yo canalope
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| I’m out here grindin'
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| Like a pair of old brakes
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| Hoe, ain’t nothing changed
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| Na, I rep tha Burg all day
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| Walk it how I talk it so I talk it how I live it
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| And if you hear me flowin'
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| You should know it’s not a gimick
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| If the topic real shit
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| You should know they count me in it
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| Your girlfriend want me in her mouth
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| Like I’m her dentist
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| The icing on the cake
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| I’m like the glaze, all finished
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| Majianna scented
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| Windows up, truck tinted
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| You better
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| Skinny nigga
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| And I’m tat, tat, tatted up
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| Run up on me
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| And get rat, tat, tatted up
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| That’s a promise, not a threat
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| I’ll back it up
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| Pockets gettin' like the old Star Jones,
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| Fat as fuck
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| Got my swagga up
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| Come at me the wrong way
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| Like what the song say
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| It’ll be a long day
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| To pass me you can’t see
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| Got a long way
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| And even seein' first
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| I’m comin' 'round that home plate
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| Come out to the Burg
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| You’ll see that I got it poppin'
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| If you real, you fuck with me
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| I ain’t gotta an option
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| See my chain?
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| They like «how did he get all them rocks in? |
| «Want me on your song?
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| I’m a need alot of guap then
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| Breeze home
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| And he said he going choppa shoppin'
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| So if you got a problem
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| So look to now to stop him
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| That pistol bangin' shit,
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| I’m on it
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| And I don’t run the Burg, I own it
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| You better
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| (Go 'head &get ready to kill yourself, man)
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| I’m out her slangin'
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| Rollin' with these hustlas
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| Tryna get rid of all you hatas &you bustas
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| Blowin' my smoke, I get right to it
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| When they play this,
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| Everybody in this bitch get stupid
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| I mean, they just lose it
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| Wildin' like they pissed off
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| Find you wrong place or wrong time
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| You can get lost
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| Lotta niggas mad
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| But the hoes love it
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| Yea, the young’n super bad
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| You can call me McLovin
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| I’m gettin' in good
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| Makin' my spread
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| And na, I’m never stingy with a plate I break bread
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| My niggas break heads
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| And we 25 deep
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| I see you tryin' hard, nigga
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| But you not me
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| I’m fuckin' young stars
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| There’s no question, I be
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| Hit hard &then I dance on them like I’m Ali
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| I’m a certified «G»
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| So don’t think that I’m just rappin' to you, homey
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| You don’t really want something happen to you
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| You better |