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(Verse 1) |
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Er'day I wake up to the same shit |
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I've been caking, G |
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But nowadays the more niggas hating |
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They in the cut sitting patient |
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Waiting for me to meet God or Satan |
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I'm in the streets where the killers roam |
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The villains know if you fake like silicones |
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You talk about it but inside the kid will grow |
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And under pressure he'll fall man I should've known |
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Shit I deal with tryin' to make a mil quick |
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Still sit in front of a real chick to chill with |
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I know about a dollar neck froze upon a collar |
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O's and the cameras goons, holding on a llama's tec |
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Blowing for the drama got a choking for your mama |
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Why she blowin' on his gamma getting low in the Bahamas |
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Slaine salute, get on some lyrical shit |
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It's a miracle I ain't spiritual the shit that I live |
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That real street shit |
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Real niggas that I eat with |
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Let the heat spit, getting caught on sea shit |
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Running with killers so the greediest can't |
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It's Lou Armstrong AKA the city is mine |
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(Verse 2) |
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3 things I hate girls, women and bitches |
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Spit venom I hack spit vivel collect it |
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Cynical feet a lyrical dick I'm hot |
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I'm tip a stick the miracle whip I'm not |
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To be fucked with period lips |
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With them pyramids I'm beverage with spiritual ficks next to me |
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Your whole crew is a terrible mix |
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I'm a don you're a pawn America's bitch |
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And you're quick to verticle flip |
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Which means you snitch and heard of a tip bitch |
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Nigga skin you and turn you to mix |
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Magic similar to an urban who's sick |
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Tragic, that's where to a turban that ticks |
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Flowin up memorial , satorial showing it's fixed |
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You're an orphan and me I done fathered you |
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And often I'm awesome, the chips I done off with you |
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It's big deal , but the deal might cost you |
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(Verse 3) |
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Moroney, I'm the best bar one |
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These lame ass rappers got bars none |
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I shit bars it's a bar stool |
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High off the lips and the jenicks looks like a cartoon |
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Spark tools, harpoons are harm dudes |
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Wet 'em up while they went away that's a carpool |
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Your girlfriend is a bitch and you are too |
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She's down for the D too so don't argue |
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Fly talker sky walker high offer |
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That sour patch holla back if you let the dollar stack |
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Cash try to hate but take pics and ask for autograph |
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Copy cats hang 'em out the dry like a towel rag |
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I told y'all I ain't the runner up |
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I'm so high I'm literally running up |
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Bllunted up , with 2 L's that's a double dutch |
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I'm on the bottom she's on the top I'm coming up |
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(Verse 4) |
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The beam heavy only got 'em dropping like right now |
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Them things heavy on me get 'em poppin' like right now |
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Y'all better back down quiet or hide down |
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Or have some niggas right now lying your ass down |
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'Cause when the beef come these niggas never there |
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We gonna bring it to your man so whoever there |
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I got them dudes on the streets and they rubber band |
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Bullets crushing bones you can see we ain't never scared |
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You can see that we everywhere |
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Old town beam town, BX the beam on |
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Still on the block trying to see checks and seamore |
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We ain't gonna stop till the whole team eat more |
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We hit makers, we get paper |
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Get chicks to taste us, better said we're the best |
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And we ain't gonna stop never put it to rest |
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Same chum motherfucker we the best of the best |
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(Verse 5) |
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Look we all need something to believe in |
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And this world living inside of you it's fief |
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You can pray to Jesus Christ for your fucking life if you like |
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You can be the white picket fence type with the wife |
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You can knock her up twice ain't the fucking lights |
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From the pipes you know that bitches thrife |
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When you come home from work and you find her getting piped |
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By some jerk , do you kill her with the knife? |
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'Cause the world crushed all that you believed in |
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And she's living with the mailman in your crib |
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And your kid's call him daddy while their mama drive a caddy |
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That those cocksuckers paid for with your bread |
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I would rather sip goose from a plastic cup |
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Get sucked by my broad till I crush the truck |
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I would rather quit a job where they treat me like a slob |
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Turn the motherfucking mall to a massacre |
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Swear to God I ain't living like a dog |
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I'm taking what I want till I'm living in the prison or a morgue |
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Talking to myself the television isn't on |
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Smoking chrome on the lawn writing rhytims to a song |
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That's who I been man, who I'll always be |
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I'm stil the same kid back from them hallways G |
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So fuck you if the world's against me |
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I change the story all around on my MC |