| A young nigga’s life is a dream
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| We ain’t lettin' no hoes get between
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| When my diamonds speak, they say «bling»
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| Yellow diamonds, no crime scene
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| This that rich shit, I eat fish and grits
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| Catch me boolin' with my dogs, just like Michael Vick
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| I don’t give no damn if they throw it off, I won’t fuckin' miss
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| Bitch I’m so up, no Sleepy Brown, wouldn’t talk to him 'bout shit
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| Ya dig?
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| I want you to talk to the hand while I talk to bands
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| I might go on and stop playin' and take over the land
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| My money long as school buses, ain’t talkin' no Xans
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| Sit still, I’m cool coming
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| Pull up and then spray it
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| 50 dub, know I’m sayin'?
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| 100 bloods in my fam
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| 100 bloods, them not fans
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| Fuck the beach, I got sand
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| PS3, I’m not playin'
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| Go gentle on my lil' man
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| She wanna stay where I’m stayin'
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| I’m booted up, I could land
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| My car is fast, I should drag
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| Versace white, Ku Klux Klan
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| Don’t care if he’s Crip, he still fam
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| No I ain’t? |
| Bitch, I am
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| But when I do I might need help up
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| And I wanna be like Mike and I ain’t talkin' Phelps, bruh
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| Hey how you doin'? |
| I’m Yak Gotti, I got bodies on bodies
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| I’m with Thugger, that’s my woadie, yeah my round, that’s my compadre
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| And we solid, oh so solid, if I get caught I won’t say nothin'
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| YSL, we be mobbin', I’m forreal, this beat knockin'
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| Trigger, boy I got you, Rico, boy I got you
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| I’m livin' out my dreams, broke is not an option
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| Yeah I’m livin' out my dreams, broke is not an option |