| Dive in, okay boo
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| Slime in, okay boo
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| Dive in, okay boo
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| Ok cool, ok cool
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| Hickory, dickory, duck
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| I’m on my way to the motherfuckin' top, non-stop
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| I got all these bitches askin' when that album comin' out
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| I got plasmas in my roof, I’m askin' when they gonna drop
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| But they ain’t
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| Cause I sold a lot of dope to keep my plug sane
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| My money turned into water, it’d be a flood this way
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| I’m sippin' on some lean that’s thicker than mud in sun
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| I got (?) in my blood you can (?)
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| But this the movement, join in
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| And every week we swipe up four pens
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| I love my X double L and Rock friends
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| Money makin' basketball players Coach K’s
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| Got a thousand ways new dress (?)
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| My and Skooly (?)
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| (?) got cash in a pile
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| But a young (?)
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| Dive in, okay boo
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| Slime in, okay boo
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| Dive in, okay boo
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| Ok cool, ok cool
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| Up and on it, still movin' slowly
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| Pain so big, I got tears up to my shoulders
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| I’m (?), fuck it I’m reloadin'
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| Bout to hop off in your bitch
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| She gone ride me like I’m stolen, ugh
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| Not an animal, a monster darlin'
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| Patrick Ewing, Michael Jordan ballin'
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| I’m hardly ballin'
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| That nigga better not play with the homies
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| But on that roster for the rastas homie
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| Send them (?) on ya
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| Never will I leave my brothers
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| Never will I leave my mother
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| Forever need my mother
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| I forever feed my brothers
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| I plan to see they feed the others
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| The streets, they love us
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| Got a thousand ways new dress (?)
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| My and Skooly (?)
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| (?) got cash in a pile
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| But a young (?)
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| Dive in, okay boo
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| Slime in, okay boo
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| Dive in, okay boo
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| Ok cool, ok cool |