| Now fuck the silencer, I’m shootin' through the pillows
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| And if the door’s locked, I’m jumpin' through the window
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| I might be wrong but I ain’t tryna work a 9 to 5
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| So if I gotta sell these pills, I’ma sell 'em high
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| Go get your business straight on renovated condos
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| Ratchet bitches whippin' chicken like a Roscoe
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| Niggas face tatted like Baby, Bomb and Bosco
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| And my city, niggas judgin' for what you got on
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| I’m well known from Atlanta past Fig homie
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| Me, TeeCee 400, Mustard gettin' rich though
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| No Limit gettin' money like what they hittin' for?
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| Follow code, gotta value morals and principle
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| Niggas actin' like they’re pimps but they paid the bitch
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| Some of us ain’t in the position that we say we’re in
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| In one year I done moved in 3 different residences
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| I fell asleep and woke up in a new Mercedes Benz
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| Niggas wanna shine with me
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| But they won’t do the time with me
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| Snitches throw their time to me
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| That’s why I always ride lowkey
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| I just want a dime on me
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| Snitchin' throw their time to me
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| That’s why I always ride lowkey
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| I gotta keep the fire on me
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| I’m ridin' dirty on the L-O
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| Cause the judge givin' niggas body parts, elbows
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| So I paid 15 hundred for my stash spot
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| This janky dude, if you fuck with it, it’ll pop out
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| Ooh I got a strike and a felony
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| But the homie ridin' with me say his record clean
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| So you would take this case is what you tellin' me
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| Oooh, you better not tell on me
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| You went to jail for a nickel, came home too quick
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| And you wonder why your homeboys never wanna tell you shit
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| But you wasn’t too sure so the homies still let him lurk
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| 'Til niggas saw that paperwork
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| Told the DA, he was just drivin', he plotted, he did it
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| He even threatened to fuck me up if I wasn’t with it
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| Now it’s all bad in the hood and he can’t come around
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| Conversation’s like, «somethin', somethin', somethin', gun that nigga down»
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| Niggas wanna shine with me
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| But they won’t do the time with me
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| Snitches throw their time to me
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| That’s why I always ride lowkey
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| I just want a dime on me
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| Snitchin' throw their time to me
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| That’s why I always ride lowkey
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| I gotta keep the fire on me
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| I made it through my situation and I stayed down
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| For niggas it’s nothing much you can say now
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| I’m so accustomed to sucka' niggas that hate now
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| I pokerface and then touch 'em, my niggas play foul
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| It ain’t no rules cause these niggas threw the rules away
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| If I could pick a place and time I would choose today
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| See I’m the type of nigga die for his jewelry
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| Gang related homicide is what the news’ll say
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| Playing with my reputation ain’t amusing me
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| Playing with a nigga patience who are you to say
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| Short temper, fuck it, I’ma blow a fuse today
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| And when I lose my mind I’ma shoot a face
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| I seen 'em get away with murder cause he knew the way
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| Killed a nigga, went to trial, then he beat the case
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| So what type of example do it set, nigga
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| Play with mine, you can fuckin' get wet nigga
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| Yes, nigga
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| Niggas wanna shine with me
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| But they won’t do the time with me
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| Snitches throw their time to me
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| That’s why I always ride lowkey
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| I just want a dime on me
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| Snitchin' throw their time to me
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| That’s why I always ride lowkey
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| I gotta keep the fire on me |