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Yeah, I ride til |
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I blew wit the case, through the days |
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Use the ways, niggas talk til they blue in the face |
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Been struggling is nothing to me, come and see |
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I get it in, like |
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Kobe at the buzzer for three |
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When I'm gone, better twenty one gun it |
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Thousand dollar bottles pop |
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One of the best that ever done it |
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Broke nights dumbing with the dumbest |
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Sporting the fourth floor |
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I bought it from fiend for seven hundred |
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New faces, screw facing niggas from a distance |
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One time, wait to take a nigga through the system |
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I ain't got time to play, |
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I hit the globe on roam |
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I'm still home a million miles away |
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And I grind so my seeds could eat, sometimes |
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I let my eyes close and |
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I daydream of sleep |
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And if I should die before |
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I wake, then before my wake |
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Hit my wifey off with all my cake |
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Til then, |
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I'mma live it up, pop corks and split a dutch |
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Walking on the wild side, just to get a rush |
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Y'all better get in touch, laws ain't shit to us |
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Every one |
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I know is |
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God, earth, |
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King, crip or blood |
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Little nigga listen up, |
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I know you loving the life |
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Of living it fly, so how you can't get enough |
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Son said, who gives a fuck, they see |
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I'm making my bread |
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Escaping the feds, so why should |
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I give it up? |
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Ain't nothing left to do but |
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Throw myself down in these streets |
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And if I feel like niggas test me |
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I'm gon' reach out for my piece |
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And I don't run from confrontation |
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By myself, |
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I keep it true |
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When it comes down to getting paper |
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I'm gon' do what |
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I gotta do |
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I seen million dollar niggas fall flat on they face |
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Best friends, co-defendants, how you rat on your ace? |
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Scramblers chase, the blood money's, hammers on waist |
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Just to trick on the chick with the candles and lace |
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Believe it, it's real, we all out, fiending for meals |
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Food shot up on the block, left them bleeding there still |
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Nothing worse than power in the hands of fools |
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They play the game but they don't understand the rules |
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Yo, you should understand the jewels |
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I got my life on the line, there's a 50/50 chance to lose |
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Aiyo, my dude, it's bigger than me but as the story go |
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Why buy the cow when you get it for free |
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To make a living, it's either death or state prison |
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Deck just ain't quitting, either rep or stay hidden |
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Y'all know the motto, hollow points follow you home |
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Al Capone cats, swallow the chrome |
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You get blown back out of your zone, like pow to the dome |
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So watch your mouth, kid, mind on your tone |
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Son I ate with the greatest, stayed with the latest |
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Eye for an eye, boss, ain't with the favors |
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I laid where they murk all day, broad day |
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I said flames will disperse y'all way, y'all play |
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Deep inside the game, wise guys die for they name |
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While the organized mind, stay quietly paid |
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Ain't nothing left to do but |
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Throw myself down in these streets |
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And if I feel like niggas test me |
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I'm gon' reach out for my piece |
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And I don't run from confrontation |
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By myself, |
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I keep it true |
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When it comes down to getting paper |
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I'm gon' do what |
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I gotta do |
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Do what u gotta do |
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Do, do what u gotta do |
