| Real nigga, self made, that’s straight up
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| I don’t walk in the door 'til them niggas pay up
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| Niggas start trippin'
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| We bust, they duck, they run, they stuck, they homie hit, they fucked
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| Nigga, that’s how it go in the hood
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| Mike see the hood, hit up on the store in the hood
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| You can catch me on the 8 or on the 4 in the hood
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| On the bike runnin' from the popos in the hood
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| Went months without cable 'cause my momma wasn’t able
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| Now I’m stacking paper, tryna sign the homies to the label
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| Niggas stay hatin' and I stay bangin'
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| I never gave a fuck or caught fades in my braces
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| The game is so basic
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| You probably think it’s complicated
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| 'Cause most of these niggas mindsets is discombobulated
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| My bad, sorry for the big ass words
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| Flyin' on jets that look like big ass birds
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| I fuck with gangsters, strippers, rich ass nerds
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| Nigga, this that herb
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| Let me hit that purp
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| That bitch you wit', I hit that first
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| I heard your girl from the flip, yeah that bitch got burnt
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| Half of these niggas lyin' 'bout all the niggas they murked
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| I’m a G 'til I’m buried six feet under the dirt
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| Yeah, my momma all sad that I’m never at home
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| And my daddy all happy that I’m finally on
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| Pushaz Ink, all I know is Pushaz Ink to the dome
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| I got shooters, them niggas only think with the chrome
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| I’ll sneak in your home
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| Yup, I used to be a flock boy
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| I grew up breaking the rules 'cause I was listenin' to Hot Boys, bitch |