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We ain't playin' (hell naw) we ain't playin' (hell naw) |
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We ain't playin motherfucker we ain't playin' (hell naw)[Verse 1] |
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Alright, I got a bunch problems throbbing in my noggin that ain't stopping me |
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You pooping slugs from your glock on your block |
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I'm staring killing sprees |
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I'm 23's you 17's on vogues you can't weigh up to me |
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You flex on me but really it's that hate driving incorrectly |
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I'm on the road get the fuck up out my way |
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I'm coming hoe |
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You thinking we playing with the words we saying |
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We ain't playing for all who didn't know |
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Keeping it real |
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I'm laughing at cha' |
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I ain't laughing with cha' |
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I'm glad to get your full attention comprehension listen to my opposition |
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Make some money fuck the honeys twist a blunt and pass it to me |
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Got no time no weak rhymes so when |
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I write it comes out ebonics |
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That's the way it's gotta be dirty south to vow with me |
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Suddenly thousand miles per hour |
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Renzo's on and out of me |
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Ain't hit my peak but |
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I'll keep climbing til' my lungs give out on me |
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Won't take my seat but |
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I'll keep standing flaming til' you feel the heat |
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Competition is what the world revolves around so know the score |
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I'm man the lil mo tasting your plate fuck it we ain't playing hoe[Chorus][Verse 2] |
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You ain't scared we ain't scared so let's take this out the doe |
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Got your unit let's go do it |
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I ain't got no time for hoes |
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Think we playing we ain't playing and we can do this 10 on 4 |
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With all this animosity around me |
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I'm about to explode |
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And if I blow it's for show the outcome is gonna be crucial |
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Feeling neutral and if you say |
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I'm useful and that truthful |
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Bringing it brutal every time pass the fucking mic to |
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Then your soul and giving music that's you guarantee to like it |
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Ain't no stopping there nothing but air and opportunity every where |
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Stop and stare or just take a peek at all that isn't fair |
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Think I care yes sir cause all this shit is effecting me |
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I'm gone keep on speaking my mind until these folks start respecting me |
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Neglecting me no more taking that motherfuck what cha' say |
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Tough as nails growing up in mempho living in the bay |
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Mady Gray pick the rapping yes this nigga had to write |
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No more joking legally roasting you up on track is tight[Chorus][Verse 3] |
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I got a million categories on my shit to do list |
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And plus my anna that's been bottled building up through out this |
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It's gone combine with the bad and the goods gone get great |
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Be sad that you ain't make this far |
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I can't help it that is fake |
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And plus my legacy been charted through untraveled planet |
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My prophecy got me to where |
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I be I know you can't stand it |
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My shit be slamin' like orgasms jamin' up in your throat |
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Open up your read this vowels so you can get a breath fo' you choke |
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I'm bout to give it like some stitches doctors place in sessions |
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Bring up nothing but some fucking pain on every thang that |
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I'm givenAnd |
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I got no love for them haters tryin to stop what |
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I'm doingThis shit goes on |
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I rap po long and bet's believe |
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I'm pursuing |
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A higher ground on lert and that's so hard cause man ain't got wings |
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See every one on nursery puppets dancing round on strings |
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You got to grab life by it's neck and rip it's bones out of socket |
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Cause if you don't you'll might slip up and you'll end up out of pocket[Chorus] |
