| I don’t need no soda, straight out the paint bottle
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| And I don’t care if you don’t like it cause I ain’t your role model
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| Tell me where your hood and I’ma tell you where mine
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| But don’t be beefing when you come around a g on his grind
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| Smoking nothing but pine, need no drama on my mind
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| Pump your breaks, bet not disrespect the stop sign
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| I’m out that Mo City where they don’t bar none (look at me)
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| I never leave the pad without packing a gun (look at me)
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| I don’t be set tripping any one of y’all can get it (look at me)
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| I’ma take you out if you interrupt the flow of digits (look at me)
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| I produce hits but radio won’t play my song (look at me)
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| I keep a record cause all that hating made me strong (look at me)
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| I must confess that I be looking for trouble (look at me)
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| When I make a million I’ll be looking to double (look at me)
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| Nothing but pen pimping and smoking that pine (look at me)
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| I’m like the law cause all these boys gone mind (look at me)
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| I don’t need no soda, straight out the paint bottle
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| And I don’t care if you don’t like it cause I ain’t your role model
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| I’m addicted to putting my hands on cash (look at me)
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| I’m that little sodier that don’t need a soldier rag (look at me)
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| It’s self explanatory to escallade to jag (look at me)
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| I started off with hardens off in sperate bags (look at me)
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| Now I’m on top of the world and ain’t no falling (look at me)
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| Got to tell them back back somebody keep on calling
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| All in, with six screens in my load
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| R.I.P. |
| to F-A-T P-A-T Southside for sho (look at me)
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| I’ma navigate this big ride body lac (look at me)
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| I’m ghetto fabulous, I got hooks, beats and sacks (look at me)
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| I don’t need no soda, straight out the paint bottle
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| And I don’t care if you don’t like it cause I ain’t your role model |