| Oh, yeah, you know who the opps, niggas just be speakin', like
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| You, you know I ain’t speakin' for my own, this shit been the truth, you know?
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| Oh, shit, a nigga know I ain’t duckin' no action, though
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| I don’t hear what? |
| What up? |
| (Cutta, we rich)
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| Why they tryna put that blame on me?
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| Walkin' 'round my city with all these chains on me
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| I can’t leave my crib without that flame on me, yeah
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| I can’t let your nigga get no stain on me, yeah
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| All of my dawgs, they gon' slide when I tell them, «Slide»
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| Puttin' pressure on the opps, they can’t come outside
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| I’m tryna take, like, ten of yours if you take one of mine
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| It’s time to focus on the M’s, the murder on my mind
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| And I got murder on my mind, kill anyone against me
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| Bitch, I’m 'bout my business, so fuck nigga, don’t tempt me
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| Got four hundred shots in this car
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| Steady smokin' dead opps in this Glock
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| Nigga tryna play, boy, you know I run my bands up
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| Boy, you broke as fuck, tell that nigga put his mans up
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| Same ass excuse, this shit shootin' out the Drac'
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| Free, I hope you beat this murder case
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| If you’re lookin' for my mega money in the trap
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| Threw away my other phone, I had a feeling it was tapped
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| No, I ain’t friendly with these rappers, I know all these niggas cap
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| in my city, put my city on the map
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| Why they tryna put that blame on me?
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| Walkin' 'round my city with all these chains on me
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| I can’t leave my crib without that flame on me, yeah
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| I can’t let your nigga get no stain on me, yeah
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| All of my dawgs, they gon' slide when I tell them, «Slide»
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| Puttin' pressure on the opps, they can’t come outside
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| I’m tryna take, like, ten of yours if you take one of mine
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| It’s time to focus on the M’s, the murder on my mind
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| And I know
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| I got mad love for my bros
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| I don’t make a move without my pole
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| I know how this street shit go, oh
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| I ain’t suuwoo, but I wanna see blood
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| No handout, you I got it out the mud
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| Put a bag on his head, extra cash for the show though
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| They cut my footsteps and knock off the show
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| Saw my nigga down bad, told 'em some work for 'em
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| I bossed up in life, now everybody wanna work for me
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| Everything that go wrong, they put the blame on me
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| Ain’t gon' stop 'til my body underground, six feet
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| Why they tryna put that blame on me?
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| Walkin' 'round my city with all these chains on me
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| I can’t leave my crib without that flame on me, yeah
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| I can’t let your nigga get no stain on me, yeah
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| All of my dawgs, they gon' slide when I tell them, «Slide»
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| Puttin' pressure on the opps, they can’t come outside
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| I’m tryna take, like, ten of yours if you take one of mine
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| It’s time to focus on the M’s, the murder on my mind |