| Ay, you know that work moving so that paper steady stacking
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| And niggas out here hating I done made it cuz I’m rapping
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| My chain is solid gold, man I said later for that platinum
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| And threw them yellow diamonds on that «P» and got it tatted
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| A lot of y’all just talk, I let em see I make it happen
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| Moving rhymes like weight, some mistake and think I’m trappin'
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| That heat I gotta pack it cuz they wait for me to slip
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| Let a hater go’on and trip, 32 off in that clip
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| I’m riding big shit, and I’m smoking even bigger
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| Your baby mama say she wanna fuck a young nigga
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| I took it from an eighth, and made it to a half
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| Now I’m working with a whole one, language do the math
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| And it ain’t about your man, if it don’t involve them presidents
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| Them dead white folk, all that other shit’s irrelevant
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| Never said I’m first to put the Burgh up on the map
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| I’m more like Mike Tomlin, here to bring the Burgh back
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| Khalifa man
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| Now everywhere I go, at a club or a show
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| A broke nigga got something to say
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| Bout what I ain’t done, or where I ain’t from
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| But everybody know a hater go’on hate
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| You know me I’m the P-R-I-N-C-E O-F T-H-E C-I-T-Y
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| I’m W-I-Z K-H-A-L-I-F-A pussy nigga go’on hate (go'on hate)
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| Pussy nigga go’on hate
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| Pussy nigga go’on hate
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| I be riding while I’m coasting, I be drinking, I be smoking
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| I be rolling up them blunts that have you choking yeah we call it that ray
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| I’m a hustler, I be stacking, I’m a hundred, y’all be acting
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| In the Burgh I get it smacking yeah I own it all day
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| And them hating niggas funny
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| Don’t got no reason not to like me except I got some money
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| I turn a classy chick into a certified bussy
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| Not even the baddest bitch, couldn’t get a dime from me
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| They see me and try and hug me, these haters try and plug me
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| I got a hundred real niggas, ray to fire for me
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| You waiting 'round for me, well I think I’ll get it started
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| It’s number 2, you act stupid my team’ll get retarded… yeah |