| Look Eddie
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| This is a chance, and I wanna take it
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| Now… before I have to kill somebody
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| Before somebody ices me
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| Are you with me Eddie?
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| Niggas always claim they’ve got confedi
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| But too many niggas wanna hop out, before they ready
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| Get they hand on a block of dough, try to live like Frank Nitty
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| Play it broke until you get out the game, cause the shit gets heavy
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| Zo No in the bucket with ho chicken not made bucks yet
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| Nigga couldn’t meet me in my spot so I say fuck it
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| Them niggas don’t stick to the program, no white folks hang on Beemer
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| From O-Z's to keys, now ain’t no time to change em
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| See that’s why niggas fuck up, chakra made em money
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| And they stopped makin money, ain’t got shit to do with cut
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| Go from twenty G’s grind for the week with no expenses
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| Til ya splurge and put your biz up in the streets, a nigga snitches
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| Now them bitches lookin at you shitty and, you done attracted
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| Every beggin bitch up in the fuckin city, it’s a pity
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| With you, honey used to spend a week, jumped up
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| A few G’s, since she wanna fuckin play gold dig |
| They never knew you had that much grip, now you got
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| Every clown in the city tryin to peep out your shit
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| Start splurgin 'fore they time up real dummies they smoked
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| But that’s the main two reasons why niggas go broke
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| Main most of these niggas need to slow they roll
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| Claimin balla but they never played the game befo'
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| Too many niggas hindsight, wide right, doin what ya cain’t
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| Suicide my eyes wide-eyed, bein what you ain’t
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| Why so many motherfuckers claim they movin that weight
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| But wouldn’t even know a dime if it shit in they face?
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| So why pussy ass niggas flashin Benz car keys
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| Showin ass but they barely even seein O-Z's?
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| And got the whole neighborhood thinkin they ship keys
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| And them makin hoes thinkin that they really OG’s
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| But boy if you only knew, you shouldn’t be
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| Somethin that you never been, bitch niggas ain’t veterans
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| I’m tellin them, lay it low til on the way out or
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| End up a dead motherfucker with your dick in your mouth
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| Cause when the shit gets heavy, to you it’s like a movie
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| That’s scary and real, niggas let the pistol play Freddy, confedi |
| Uhh, seldom seem in the platinum dream, hustlin for cream
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| By any means necessary, top it off with a cherry
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| For every nigga that know, it comes natural, don’t rush your life
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| Away playa potnah stack up your cashflow and take your walk
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| A day at a time, from a nickel to a dime
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| Smokin weed drinkin wine, keepin it on my mind
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| A blind fury as a shine, jewelry flashin
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| Niggas playa hate cause bitches love it with a passion
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| But fuck em though; |
| I live untouchable, a hustler high
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| Tryin to make it out the game like Superfly
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| Livin do or die, and I’m on it 'fore I bail out the do'
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| Ask my hoes before I go; |
| you want a blow? |
| Smoke somethin
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| Ain’t no future in your frontin my naigga
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| Gotta get the ground beneath your feet first potnah
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| And take it how it come, and play it like it go if you ready
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| And let em know you all about your 'fedi nigga huh?
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| Hear me say what…
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| New Chorus:
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| Hoes up on the dick, cause you’re drivin Lexus
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| But where all the bitches was, before you was flexin
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| He’s a money hungry nigga to have, B-L-E-S-S-E-D |
| But the white folks’ll have your ass dreamin bout the street
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| I see, most nigga shit cream
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| Them hoes know, when they gets caught by the team, believe me
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| They get hotter than that, your stack will scream
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| Once The Man gets to diggin on 'fedi
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| You spend it so lavishly, obviously you ain’t recognize
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| That them laws do have eyes
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| And what you do attract, is like dick to cat
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| Before you know, they’ll be pullin burglar boys off the door
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| The Caddy, whose gonna ride inside? |
| Well not you
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| Your folks had to slang em, bank em
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| On another appeal, nigga these streets is real
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| You reminiscin, do you still get a thrill?
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| I tell you it’ll fail you every time, these material things
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| Get your pride up, got these fools thinkin they kings
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| And your punk ass team can’t help, or will they?
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| Because you didn’t choose wisely
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| Hey, look playa -- you wanna be rich?
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| Well the key to bein rich is paisleys
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| Oh yeah but you gotta make sure you make progress daily
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| But if your mind ain’t right, get your fuckin mind right
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| BIOTCH! |