| As I get comfy on the track
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| Rather fuck wit raw wouldn’t comfy wit the crack
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| Yea, never clumsy wit the pack
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| That’s prolly why a nigga so clumsy wit the stacks
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| Yea, so clumsy wit them racks
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| Though I aim anywhere so clumsy wit the straps
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| Half a life sentence a half on my lap
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| Plus I got half of the task on my back
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| They ain’t got nuttin but time, the fuck is that
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| I’d rather be in jail then broke, this shit is wack
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| Jizzle only word for ya dog, this shit is crack
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| Use to hide em up in my crib, the real is back
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| Peel the top off the pot jus like a lobster
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| Off white substance side n it ain’t pasta
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| Damn right he know what he doin look at his posture
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| Man we jus happy we back nigga I got ya
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| What u got in ya trunk sound like an opra
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| Way u stay stuntin on niggas deserves an Oscar
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| Yo I smoke all day jus like a rosta
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| And u know its M.O.B. |
| live like a mobster
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| Tell me how them project niggas live like the doctors
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| Studied them projects niggas we got our doctorates
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| Yea the streets write a book I be the author
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| Think I’ll call it SLP stunt like my patnas
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| Dear lord heavenly father please forgive me
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| Can’t turn back on em now these niggas feel me
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| Never dream of lettin em down that shit’ll kill me
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| First year the money was dirty but now it’s filthy
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| Dear heavenly father you know the real me
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| The use to hide it in the attic half a mill me
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| The use to get it in before the deal me
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| Now niggas actin like I owe em tell em bill me
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| Back up on our grind we put the worst behind us
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| No direct eye contact he might blind us
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| Risk it all everyday of the week so don’t remind us
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| Street niggas we be in the streets that’s where ya find us |