| My mama say the streets ain’t for me
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| My only choice to slang iron
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| Niggas keep trying, had to show 'em they can’t touch me
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| These niggas steady keep dying (Oh, ha…)
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| That nigga dead and you can’t bring 'em back from talking, nigga
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| Let shots off at your head, you end up dead, I up that .40, nigga
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| Bitch I’m rich as fuck and that’s a must, I’m gone kill all them niggas
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| They know that I’m thuggin' til they put me in a coffin, nigga
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| Hundred rounds on that Draco (B-r-r-r-ap)
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| I up that pump, I blow that bitch, knock off your front door (Buck, buck, buck)
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| NBA gang, solar eclipse, I be at Huncho, that 4KTrey
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| I shoot that stick like Rajon Rondo (Rajon Rando)
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| Diamonds on my neck, they shining hard, I spent a bank on it
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| Take it, bet I bust yo' fuckin' head, I bet my ring on it
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| Posted in that North, that’s what we bang and I’ma stand on it
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| These niggas bitches, real killer, they know I ain’t never ran from it
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| Since I came out they know I never gave a fuck what they say
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| Catch that lil' boy who been dissing, shoot that bitch in his face
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| Wet up the block and kill the business, bitch I’m straight out the A
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| (B-r-r-r-ap)
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| Them scary bitches know who with it
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| Double G spin every day
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| My mama say the streets ain’t for me
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| My only choice to slang iron
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| Niggas keep trying, had to show them they can’t touch me
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| These niggas steady keep dying
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| Roll up the purp', light up the blunt, and smoke the block out (Buck)
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| I run with some steppers, convicted felons, plus they dropouts (Buck)
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| I drop down 11 and shoot the texts once he knocked out (Buck)
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| I step by Boozilla, my nigga told 'em like «Not my dawg»
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| I wit' some juveniles, they doped up
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| Lil D ain’t never fold up (Yup)
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| So when he come home the rest of them niggas they know what’s up
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| Them niggas ain’t gon' fuck with us, bitch name a nigga play wit' us
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| Big E and Q, they stay with us, you know we kept them K’s with us
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| Nigga I’ll bust his fuckin' head, see his brain cells
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| Who say they on that gang trail?
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| I’m posted in that North, where it ain’t safe, they never came here
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| Pull up leave a stain in front yo' main crib
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| I swear we slangin' .9, for real
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| They play, these niggas dying, for real
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| I never waste no time, for real |