| Label told me not to drop a tape, fuck 'em
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| P.O. |
| told me not to leave the state, fuck 'em
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| Fuck 'em
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| Fuck 'em
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| Young nigga, you got it now, you’re doin' fine
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| Your dawg down, front him an ounce, I can see you tryin'
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| I respect your grind
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| 252, I respect the 9
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| And I know 9 niggas jailin', 3 of them tellin'
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| I got 9 niggas with me, 8 of them are felons
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| 9 fresh off the slab
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| Tell 'em fuck it, gon' front you the whole half
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| Pussy cat niggas, they got 9 lives
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| So I’m a try to kill 'em 9 times
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| Shout out to niggas on the block and the bitches in beauty shops
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| With rollers in their head, their niggas off in the fed
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| Collectin' every calls, send pictures and writin' letters
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| And makin' every visit, y’all the realest bitches ever, 100, 100
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| See niggas don’t get it, my nigga, like, niggas talkin' 'bout they want a bad
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| bitch, say a street nigga need a real bitch, you know what I’m sayin'?
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| Ho you gon' go through somethin', nigga took you on 9 trips to 9 countries,
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| ran through 9 hundred thou. |
| And a nigga locked up for 9 days and a bitch gone.
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| Damn
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| These bitches temporary, my hustle necessary
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| One thing about me in a whole, I ain’t ever weary
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| 99 problems, 1 issue them folks’ll lend you
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| You own the court and you ball and them feds’ll come and get you
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| Forreal, indite you, 25 life you, forreal
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| My homie told me not to cross the plug, but fuck him
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| We’re down bad, I told him what it was, so fuck it
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| Fuck 'em
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| Fuck 'em
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| My album drop, it may not sell a record, but fuck it
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| Kill a nigga, make them hoes respect it, fuck it
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| Fuck it
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| Fuck it |