| I wanna say what’s up to my niggas, but I forgot
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| Seem like all my niggas acting funny lately
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| Know I’m saying, you gotta be careful who you give
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| A motherfucking shout out to these days
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| Motherfuckers’ll turn on you after the
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| Motherfucking tape drop, know I’m saying
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| Remember «Dedicated 2 U», all you soft ass
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| Pussy foot ass niggas, well this one
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| Dedicated to all y’all, hold up
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| Jealousy and envy is surrounding me, try to keep it on the low
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| But the hate reveals the anger found in me, though I try to let go
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| Everybody wanna bump up, they got something to say, said I tried to let go
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| Everybody that’ll bump up, better have something to spray
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| In the midst of confusion, I’ma be ready for war no faking and flinching
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| Looking at a G, cause a G be looking like
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| A million dollas, worth of straight pimping
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| Not telling a lie but I’ma tell the truth, these cats be living in sin
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| Could it be I sweared the jaw, but I’ma lose the tooth
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| With a fist I’m hitting his chin, who’s afraid of the big bad beam
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| That’s shining like the burning sun, you’s afraid
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| That I got a little mo' green, mad cause you ain’t making none
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| Worried about the wrong thang, better mind your business
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| 'Fore I mind it fo' you, fuck around and go to let loose
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| I ball with a beam, Z-Ro gon shine it for you
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| Fuck around and blaze a blunt, then I’ma pull a stunt
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| On the first and fifteenth, of the month
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| It’s no need to front, it’s no need to lie
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| So craftier, I’m ahead of my peers
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| Tell me why they wanna hate, trying to take what’s mine
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| But I’m still on my toes, I take notes on hoes
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| That wanna get in my business, they stick they nose
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| But I’ma be strapped, with a salary cap
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| And turn all my partnas, straight to hoes
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| Look at all these niggas, surrounding me everyday
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| Better take ten paces back, I think I just might spray
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| Look at all these niggas, I can’t take it no more
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| That’s why my mug stay mean, with infrared beam
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| Cause it ain’t no love no more-oooore
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| Everybody wanna turn they back on me
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| Better yet, they living a fantasy
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| Even niggas I thought, was down with me
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| Fin to end up, living reality
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| So deep in the mind, I’m so ready to click
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| And they wanna take that chance, to plex
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| Yelling out you my friend, nigga fuck you bitch
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| I gotta make divid-ends, stacking my ends
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| You don’t wanna knock the best, and get put to rest
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| Nigga you so shife, get to where you got to go
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| If I see you again, you’ll never breathe again
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| And try to take me out, you’ll never win
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| See I’m a killa for real, with a skill I can’t lose
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| Better get a bigger bitch, that’ll pay your dues
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| I’m a nigga from the Maab, that’ll check the front
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| You better pray to God, that you make it to choose
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| To save your blood, when it’s time to leave
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| 'Fore you be living so far, with a trick in the sleeve
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| Believe me, you’ll burn for the misbehaving
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| And invading the hell, of my privacy
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| Knocking me, gotta keep my mama my riches
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| Ain’t nan nigga, fin to stop the Trae
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| That’s why I be solo, one deep on a mission
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| And living it, just to get paid
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| Stop that fronting bitch, you ain’t down
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| Before you, lose your life
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| Too many niggas around me
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| Will make my brain, come at my fist to swang
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| Slapping patches out these motherfuckers
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| Getting cuts from diamonds, in my pinky ring
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| And I really don’t give a damn, really don’t give a fuck
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| Bitch, you think I’ma play
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| Cause I really don’t like, anybody in the way
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| Better smoke a sherm and calm down, I’m ready to spray
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| Everybody wanna say they my niggas
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| Son of a bitches, sure can lie nigga
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| Trying to get a good point, in the public eye
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| Steady trying to get a piece of my pie nigga
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| But I’ma ride nigga, so stay out nigga
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| Because a nigga, done broke your jaw nigga
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| Never pull my piece, to get applause nigga
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| I put a bullet between your eyes, right nigga
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| These cats wanna take me, off my game
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| Cause a nigga from the hood, that’ll look some good
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| That done made some change, everybody wanna
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| Look at the fame, but that shit don’t stop the pain
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| Everybody wanna take me off my game
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| Cause a nigga from the hood, that’ll look some good
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| That done made some change, wanna look at
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| Material thangs, but that shit don’t stop the pain
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| Look at all these niggas, surrounding me everyday
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| Better take ten paces back, I think I just might spray
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| Look at all these niggas, I can’t take it no more
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| That’s why my mug stay mean, with infrared beam
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| Cause it ain’t no love no more-oooore
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| Fuck friends I said, your own partnas
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| Will be the reason, that you fall
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| My reply to you, is fuck em all
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| You gotta keep your mind on your bitches
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| And fake bitch made niggas, and crooked cops
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| Tell em, bitch I’m in a rush to ball — 2x
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| (*talking*)
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| Yeah bitch, still dedicated to you fake ass
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| Studio bump ass type niggas
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| Shife ass bitches, peep game recognize
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| Maab on the rise baby, for real |