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This is Quiet money fo life, understand huh |
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This is quiet money fo life, TBS huh |
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Get it right, huh |
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[AZ] |
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This another one street stressing |
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Keep pressing, he's guessing |
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Please I'm in the cut wit a bottle she's blessing |
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Where I been thats the key question? |
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Niggas yelling keep repping |
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I must to left some kind of deep impression, peep the essence |
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I speak in lesson if u seeking reference |
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Never leave ya weapon |
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See me if u need connections we insessing |
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Built aggression only brief accession |
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I mean my niggas filled wit flexions |
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So believe he's resting, leave the message |
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F**k wit me niggas would be you breathless, leave u naked |
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I keep it gully like the Visa Question we perfect this |
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Thats probabtion got us extra hating |
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No explaintion for the murders just rap-a-lations recreations |
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This rap shit got us celebriting |
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Like we Saving, we in hell with satan |
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Jails are waiting smell probabtion |
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Serve time got us telemaking |
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Legendary now niggas can't tell me nating (nothing) |
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Yo, at fourthteen my hot ass was chasing bitches |
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At fifthteen my brother told me get them digits |
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Told me every penny count nigga hit them trinches |
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Don't floss to hard don't burn no riches |
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Don't trust no bitch if ya doe is heavy |
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And don't smoke with her if the blunt rolled already |
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No ass betting if u show it you betta blast it |
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Math class on the corner yea I past it |
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Die right now take twenty from you bastards |
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F**k it throw a fifth of henny in my casket |
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Never got my ass kicked, never had a pitbull |
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I just went to high school with the clip full |
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First nigga act get a clip full |
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Mama raised me but the streets made me |
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Rum got me hAZy chasing this cream |
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F**k a dollar in a dream hundred grams and a thro team |
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And I'm gone make the block work |
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Sos reing me up got the hood on clockwork |
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Bedstuy nigga you know its on |
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Gotta flow so strong you could put it in a bomb |
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[Chorus] |
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When I die I'm gone go in fashion, guns blasting |
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Cash inside coffins, Memories get lost when you die |
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The legacy is eye for an eye but overall I will survive nigga (2x) |
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Jump out the drop top |
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Catch you why u copping at that weed spot |
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Speak not you know them bitches be your weak spot |
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I'm in the trinches thats where ya'll niggas scared to come at |
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Where all the guns at |
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Where my shorties flip them ones at |
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Thats where my son's at |
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You speak of war but you don't want that |
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I blew the timbs out and blow the GS wit the rims out |
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I air your bens out baby moms and her friend's out |
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I knock a lens out, I bring the boys and the mens out |
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I leave you lace up, you paralized from the waste up |
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I'll f**k your face up, when I finish tossing cakes up |
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I'm eating the kris up, I iced the finger, neck and wrist up |
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If it's a mix up, look at all the ones that I fix up |
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I mean I f**ked up, f**k around you getting stuck up |
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Press ya luck up, back this motherf**king truck up |
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I'm bout to black out, it's up to me to close this track out |
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I pull the mack out, I blow your chest and your back out |
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And knock the glock out, air this whole f**king block out |
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I knock a cop out, f**k a high school drop out |
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Attempt murders, two to sixty on a cop out |
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I'm f**king with my nigga's up north on a lockout |
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The M A S A, You run your mouth we smack the tast out |
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We blow your face out, Pay the judge to throw the case out |
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Check the game and the cats that play in it |
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Quiet money youngest luetenit |
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Yea world it's been a minute, I'm in it |
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To my heart stop or blood touch the concrete |
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Beyond deep, these streets got me gripping my heat |
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Losing sleep, breaking day sling crack to fiends |
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W.D. forty to sixty having backwards dreams |
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The cash the cream, from the cradle to the casket green |
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Got the game tied up we the nasties team |
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We flash we steam if its on then we mash your beam |
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Yellow tape the sidewalk and leave a nasty scene |
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Your back is spling ya brain, face and chest get sprayed |
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The desert the miss the spot when it bust your way |
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We touch we lay in the streets its a must we play |
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We cook, we chop bust pots down and clust the way |
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from light to day its only right that we cock and spray |
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We speeding on could spot a snake from a block away |
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I told you A what the game need is a change of speed |
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Visulize the realism I'm a dangerous speed |
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Chorus (2x) |