| I’ve done did a lot of shit just to live this here lifestyle
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| We came straight from the bottom, to the top, my lifestyle
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| Nigga livin' life like volcano and this only the beginnin'
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| I’m on the top of the mountain, puffin'
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| on clouds and niggas still beginnin'
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| Million 5 on the Visa card
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| Hundred bands still look like the fuckin' tires
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| Nigga servin' great white like I’m feedin' sharks
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| I won’t do nothin' with the bitch, she can’t even get me hard
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| Somethin' wrong with the pussy
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| Even though I ain’t gon' hit it,
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| I’ma still make sure that she douche it Me and my woadie, we don’t get caught up like that, no way
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| We ain’t got time to go see doctors, J
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| (Who said money?)
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| Hop up in my bed full of forty bitches and yawnin'
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| Hey, this a show bitch you performin'
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| I do this shit for my daughters and all my sons, bitch
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| Im a run up them bands, I’ll take out their funds, bitch
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| I got a moms bitch, she got a moms bitch
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| I got sisters and brothers to feed
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| I ain’t goin' out like no idiot, I’m a OG
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| Still screamin' «Fuck the otherside»
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| I’ma ride for my niggas, aye
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| And I’ma die for my niggas, aye
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| Ain’t gonna be latching on my niggas aye
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| Niggas couldn’t see me if they had a genie
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| I’ma live my life like Bennie, R.I.P. |
| my brother Bennie
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| I stack my racks to the ceiling, now these niggas can’t beat me I just might wake up when Chanel and these bitches can’t see me
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| I’m in a whole other league
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| I ain’t got aids but I swear to God I would bleed
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| 'Til I D.I.E
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| 28 floors up I feel like I could F.L.Y.E.E
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| Pee on top of these bitches
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| God told me they can never stop me so they ain’t gon' stop me
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| I’m in that coffin with baby mommy gettin' sloppy toppy
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| I’m bleedin' red like a devil, I see these bitches plotting
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| They wanna know how I got M’s and I ain’t finish college
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| I do it for my daddy, I do it for my mama
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| Them long nights, I swear to God I do it for the come up
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| I’m Willie B beating on my chest, in the jungle, aye
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| Money on money, I got commas in every bank
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| Sunday through Monday I’ve been grindin' with no sleep
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| Talkin' 'bout takin' somethin' from me, like no way
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| Thugger Thugger, that’s my brother, brother
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| You don’t want no trouble trouble or you can get these fists
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| knuckle knuckle
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| Buckle up like a seatbelt or I’ll shoot yah
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| Punchin' on the gas, too fast, and I lose yah
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| Give me a bed, I’ll do her, I want a head, Medusa
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| I swear a nigga gone cause this strong I’m blowin' super
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| Grindin' for a new day
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| I’m skatin', like that nigga Lupe
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| Hey, I’m on the top just like toupee
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| Hey, I’m in her mouth just like toothpaste |