| You know my name but you don’t know me
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| I stay lowkey and i keep it G
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| And all my niggas they gon ride for me
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| Yes all my niggas they gon ride for me (bow bow bow)
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| Cause imma ride wit my ridas
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| Slide wit my slidas
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| Ride for my ridas
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| And slide for my slidas
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| In the backseat slow creep
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| Nigga don’t speak
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| Nigga you sleep
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| I ride all day all week
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| My niggas all ride for me
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| Them niggas gon' ride for free
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| You thinking this how it’s gon' be
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| You waiting like Simmie gon' speak to be what i be
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| I give him my eyes now he see what i see
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| That the real gon' eat — thats me
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| Dreads hang and i’m far from a lame
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| Spit game — i’m just tryna maintain
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| Stuck to the money like a stain stuck to the chair getting brain
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| She giving it up cause my name
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| Im wettin' yo block up like rain
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| Im hitting my target and brains
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| Swerve in the lane with a mask on like Kane
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| So fuck is you saying? |
| i’m going insane
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| I’m blowin the smoke
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| I’m watching you choke
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| While you talk like you loc
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| I slip on my coat then step out the door
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| I can’t hear i’m no hope
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| I call up my bro said he’d be here in '4'
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| Cause you never know
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| The semi might blow
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| Leave yo chest on the floor
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| Just letting you know
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| The lyrical ghost she wanna get close
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| I’m chasin the cash not tryna come last
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| So put it in bags and wrap it up fast
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| I’m spitting that dope she whiter than coke
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| I’m giving em hope
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| The lyrical Pope delivering dope |