| He can make a million out the trap
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| But the streets change
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| Niggas don’t show love no more
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| So I’m tryin' to make a million off of rap
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| Tryin' to make a million
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| My eyes ain’t in my rear view
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| Live my life with no regrets
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| Nobody safe
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| The hate come from the ones you never guess
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| Don’t play with me
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| 'Cause I got contract killers that I bless
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| Green light
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| No you ain’t gotta sneeze to get your blessing
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| And it seem like
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| When you confront a trenches nigga
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| Hate to see you get it
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| They be all in yo mentions tryna
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| Get you to spend 'em and ya
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| Try to keep your distance
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| 'Cause you know you a killer and you
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| Know you’ll kill 'em, but I
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| Niggas be bitches
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| They gon' tell it all
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| My young nigga ready to set it off
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| He took his chains and credit cards
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| He had a strap, ain’t let it off
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| I can’t believe these niggas pussy
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| You up a hundred thousand
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| Bitch, I’m up a hundred bullets
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| I ain’t scared to pull it
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| Trappin' out the
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| Red Roof Inn
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| Young street nigga
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| Do a hundred in the Benz
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| Too real for friends
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| Loyalty a must
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| Copped the rolly, got it bussin'
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| Went and copped a carti, got it bussin'?
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| My eyes ain’t in my rear view
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| Live my life with no regrets
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| Nobody safe
|
| The hate come from the ones you never guess
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| Don’t play with me
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| 'Cause I got contract killers that I bless
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| Green light
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| No you ain’t gotta sneeze to get your blessing |