| I’m in the studio right now, nigga, me, By, and Pimp
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| They know that I’ma keep it real until my last breath
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| I see the police to the right so I’ma bust a left
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| Before you bust that brick open, you better know who else there
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| Because them fake street niggas send 'em to your step
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| They givin' niggas twenty years for that gang you rep
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| That gang charge in effect, the judge’ll disrespect
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| Been in the streets my whole life, a certified vet
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| I never had a nine-to-five or sold a nine for five
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| For five years they took my license, but I still drive
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| Trafficking four-four, whatever to survive
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| My lil' cousin caught a forty, that’s a long ride
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| I drove to IO by myself, yeah, that’s a long drive
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| I made like forty-five within four hours time
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| I stayed in over-grind, and now I over-shine
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| Road runner, I done crossed every state line
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| Every day I pray to God, why I run these streets
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| Tryna stay away from the opps 'cause they don’t want me to eat
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| And I ain’t been back to the hood since the feds did a sweep
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| The only rapper rap 'bout money, so I motivate me
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| I’m in the studio right now, nigga, me, By, and Pimp
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| They know that I’ma keep it real until my last breath
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| I see the police to the right so I’ma bust a left
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| Before you bust that brick open, you better know who else there
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| Because them fake street niggas send 'em to your step
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| They givin' niggas twenty years for that gang you rep
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| That gang charge in effect, the judge’ll disrespect
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| Been in the streets my whole life, a certified vet
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| I went down to zero and now I’m smarter with money
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| Now I got a couple tickets, I ain’t gon' fuck up this money
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| I went on a lick with Ticket when I was struggling, hungry
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| I look at you as a lick if I don’t consider you my homie
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| This the streets and niggas feel the same way about me
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| I’m a beast, you a leech, you tryna triple cross me
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| You a B, he a C, and I’m just BMG
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| I told the label I’m writin' my contract if you wanna sign me
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| Every day I pray to God, why I run these streets
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| Tryna stay away from the opps 'cause they don’t want me to eat
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| And I ain’t been back to the hood since the feds did a sweep
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| The only rapper rap 'bout money, so I motivate me
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| I’m in the studio right now, nigga, me, By, and Pimp
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| They know that I’ma keep it real until my last breath
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| I see the police to the right so I’ma bust a left
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| Before you bust that brick open, you better know who else there
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| Because them fake street niggas send 'em to your step
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| They givin' niggas twenty years for that gang you rep
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| That gang charge in effect, the judge’ll disrespect
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| Been in the streets my whole life, a certified vet |