| I’m from GA where the feds will follow ya
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| And the streets will swallow ya, and it’s
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| So many bricks that you could build a mansion
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| With the guest house and the room for expansion
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| 12 rooms, 8 baths, don’t make me laugh
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| 12 rounds on my hip, don’t make me blast
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| It ain’t no secret, hoes is about it
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| Was flippin' that soft white before I ever became famous
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| A few tried, but they shall remain nameless
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| Lunar eclipse, they tryna block my shine
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| Say what the fuck you want, can’t stop my grind
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| 1 million, 2 million, 3 million, 4
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| What the hell, maybe it’s 12
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| So listen, lil mane, this before the rap game
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| Before 'em videos, before all 'em shows
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| Look at me now nigga, I rock my own clothes
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| Mold my bitches, yeah I make my own hoes
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| I’m from GA where the feds will follow ya
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| And the streets will swallow ya, and it’s
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| So many bricks that you could build a mansion
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| With the guest house and the room for expansion
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| Nigga please, I make money when I’m sleep
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| 5 bricks on my lap, 100 thousand dollar nap
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| New Desert Eag, that’s a thousand dollar strap
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| They say I can’t rap, better smoke another blunt
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| I see ya when I see ya, I be in London for a month
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| You niggas bench riders, we know you won’t play
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| 2 shows a day even In the UK
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| I hear you niggas talkin', but I ain’t listenin'
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| My neck got jealous of my wrist again
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| You know me, I still do it for the hood
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| But when them niggas came up, them niggas changed up
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| You know me, still the same ole G
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| Got the Rari in the trap, 40 ounce of Old E
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| 62's like pancakes, the waffle house
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| When it comes to snowman, you better watch ya mouth
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| And ya back and ya front, shit’s real, you better guard ya grill
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| Two 40 cals plus them choppas
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| You can call the ambulance, minus the doctors
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| Matter fact, nigga, hold ya breath
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| Go get ya pistol out ya car, nigga, kill yourself WHAT?! |