| And let you know I got potential
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| Don’t know me from the can of paint, know what I meant to Know when you see Gunna, you see hunger
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| I’ve been signed for the last three summers, and still broke, bitch
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| But I stay with two chicks, I can nail
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| Either fifth, stay with two clips like Pharrell
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| Capture money, though, ever since a kid, I can sell
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| When the house was Run’s house, I was a kid rockin’shells
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| To let you know I’m on what I say I am Ask them niggaz dog, I don’t play with them
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| Tax them niggaz dog, they be payin’me or I be layin’them
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| Cause in the game, dog, fuck a flagrant foul
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| And motherfucker say that I run wild
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| I give a fuck, in this whatever, I ain’t blaze in a while
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| So bring it on niggaz, on niggaz, tell me what it’s gonna be They said it was something, they ain’t know what I was gonna be It’s just the look in ya eyes 4X
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| He act like a ho, I’m airin’him, give hoes cicerrians
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| Uh-oh, they daring him, lo-lows, I’m starin’him
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| Po-po's, in fear of him, those o’s preparin''em
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| My jewelry look like a straight up frozen aquarium
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| Frozen aquarius, Outkast Aquemini
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| Leave with a gemini, Kelina’s the only friend of mine
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| Well I’m lyin’the steamer’s a good friend of mine
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| He knew in every arena, nina’s are genuine
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| Bitches like Ginuwine, I had intent to grind
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| Feds whose watching, switch it up from ten to nine
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| Switch, I ain’t pickin’locks, I got a bigger poc
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| Ock, number hoes sold right inside the chicken spot
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| Stolen cables, still got the chip in box
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| Still got the clip in glocks, feel like we chicken pox
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| When I pop up on you, leave your chicken rocked
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| Five extra clips, you really picked your box
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| It’s just the look in ya eyes 5X
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| To let you know I’m cuttin’off friends in order
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| To fuck mine, you gotta suck me off first
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| And I’m suppose to kill 'em, when y’all got y’all dirt dirt
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| Somebody better get 'em, 'fore somebody come and kill 'em
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| For that skrilla fool, til somebody die and come and feel them jewels
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| Up with hollows, send them to the spittle tubes
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| Up they nostrils, put 'em up in critical
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| That’s if we ain’t finish you, better not remember who
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| Did this to, witness in two
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| Gotta go, shotty blow, business is due
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| Got a plan on, gettin this money, moving my crew
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| All real niggaz is snakes, I see through
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| All throughbreds to fake, I read through
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| They lines, between they eyes and they belt
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| It’s the spray that they fell
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| Them niggaz foul, what you think this is?
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| Big conciousness on your nonsense, since nine nine
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| It’s just the look in ya eyes 5X |