| I come from posted on the block with them hot boys
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| Seven of us ridin' on a bike, totin' them fire rods
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| I smoke a show, man, how the city make the powder?
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| Von showed me never go to sleep, he press all the cards
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| Bitch, what it is? |
| We can talk about it
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| Skinny nigga, pockets thick, my bitch got a wide body
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| Hoppin' off the jet and I got twenty racks in every pocket
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| Cross get set on fire, niggas die if you try to stop me
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| Jail cells, I was only 12, gettin' put in them
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| Hood hoes tryna come up off you, I grew up with them
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| Snake niggas, straight up hatin' niggas, bitch, I run with them
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| Fuck niggas with that sneak dissin', I ain’t hearin' them
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| Hold on, now let me turn up on a ho
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| Your favorite rapper rattin' on the low
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| Hundred shots in that cutter, we got that Chevy sittin' low
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| And my youngins, they reckless, blow all the hinges off your door
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| Shoot that forty twenty times, they gon' start callin' one time
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| And I remember one time, I think it was in '09
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| And I couldn’t seem to stop cryin', mama put me on medics
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| And I never took real and real killer, unapologetic
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| Bitch, and we forever steppin', hit a nigga with that fire
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| Boomer really slang that iron, behind it I caught bodies raw
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| Let me talk my shit, matter fact, check out my Diddy Bop
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| You all steady runnin' wild, fifty in that forty Glock, c’mon
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| Old niggas on that old shit, it’s a young nigga time
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| A bigger picture, bigger difference, it’s a young nigga rhyme
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| Head over water, he say all he do is step with that iron
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| Catch that nigga slippin', knock his heart from out his chest with that iron
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| Big boss, that lil' nigga with that big talk
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| Cutter got a big spark, Lil B’ll let that stick off
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| Plus half of these niggas, I could tell you what your bitch 'bout
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| Richer than your daddy, with my moms in a big house
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| Young nigga pull up with them shooters and I fooled you
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| I won’t ever let these niggas get me, that’s a no-no
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| High definition, VVS’s, on my son, ho
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| What is shit you could do that hurt me when I’m done, ho?
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| Tryna bust a nigga head, and I’m like, «Yes, sir, yes, sir»
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| Got some shit up in my trunk’ll rip a nigga’s vest up
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| Shawty tryna fuck a nigga, she want me to bless her
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| Cousin killed by Fat Phil, she don’t know we stretched him
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| Gave some molly to that bitch, now she wanna do somethin'
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| Couldn’t rep that violence with the thirty, youngin tryna shoot somethin'
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| Out on Holly, past 130, bitch, we tryna move somethin'
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| In the morning, was flashin' early, I was goin' through somethin'
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| Old niggas on that old shit, it’s a young nigga time
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| A bigger picture, bigger difference, it’s a young nigga rhyme
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| Head over water, he say all he do is step with that iron
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| Catch that nigga slippin', knock his heart from out his chest with that iron
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| Big boss, that lil' nigga with that big talk
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| Cutter got a big spark, Lil B’ll let that stick off
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| Plus half of these niggas, I could tell you what your bitch 'bout
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| Richer than your daddy, with my moms in a big house |