| I’m smoking on that west coast, I’m rocking Italy
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| My bitch from Detroit, she moved to Memphis
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| Fell in love with a D-boy
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| When you first met me you knew I was on that player shit
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| I play with money, I don’t play with ho’s. |
| That’s that Castalia shit
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| Fucking with Daddyo, he showed me my first half a milli
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| Nowadays a young nigga playing with a ticket
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| Steady copping new coupes and getting new speeding tickets
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| Tear that shit up, throw it off the roof, light up my sticky
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| Middle finger to the police, fuck the speed limit
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| 12 years old, I told myself I’ll never be broke
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| Basketball cool, but I’m good at moving dope
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| Gotta take care my folks, but I ain’t selling blow
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| I’m just doing what I gotta do (x4)
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| The difference between me and you
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| You gon' make up an excuse and I’ma do what I gotta do
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| I’ma do whatever I gotta do
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| I’ma do whatever I gotta do
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| I’ma get out here and do whatever I gotta do
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| Whatever it take, I’m too used to lobster and steak
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| Nah you can keep that lil' pussy. |
| Lil' mama I’m super straight
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| Yeah I’m too busy running up this motherfucking cake
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| I save them nothing bitches for them lame ass niggas
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| You a pussy. |
| Come to my hood, you get no pass nigga
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| Might get robbed blind and threw in the trash nigga
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| Sat my bitch down and told her I’m nothing like yo last nigga
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| I’m straight out the slum. |
| That’s just where I’m from
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| They don’t make 'em like me no more
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| They don’t come how I come
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| I didn’t make A’s and B’s cus I was selling P’s
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| Remember Uncle Vic asked me, lil nigga you selling weed? |