| [00:11.084][Verse 1: Rell] |
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(You lil' bitch) |
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It's trill shit |
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Bet a nigga won't come to test the clique, got to peep the script |
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Slip, runaway hitters, they awful ****ing with me |
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I gotta get the dollars scrilla, get put in trauma deliver |
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A nigga momma to host away, we ain't solving the terror |
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Feeling sort of a youngin', to hustle I'm run-and-gunning |
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Fearing a nigga punish, which one of you ho's want it |
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None of my homies stumbling, rumble, we get to tumbling |
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Busta you don't want none of this, BRK and we run this shit |
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| [00:51.327][Verse 2: Nell] |
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This shit on my race, I represent for the slaves |
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That ain't living to this day |
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We saving their face, coming for the tape nigga |
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And a mini-quake, shaking these niggas in place |
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Bitch I'm on a ace |
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Nigga done played on a stage, **** him if he ain't bucking with the game |
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My niggas ride, the chevy collide, if these niggas high, then show them the lighters |
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| [01:04.976][Chorus: Amber London] |
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**** what they saying |
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You see, my niggas ain't playing |
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You know we ride, don't give a **** |
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.45, niggas duck |
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Don't try to hide or you'll get touched |
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2.7.5 or get clutched |
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So throw them fingers up, like, "What?" Don't give a **** |
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**** what they saying |
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You see, my niggas ain't playing |
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Throw them fingers up, like, "What?" Don't give a **** |
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**** what they saying |
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You see, my niggas ain't playing |
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You know we ride, don't give a **** |
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.45, niggas duck |
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Don't try to hide or you'll get touched |
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2.7.5 or get clutched |
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So throw them fingers up, like, "What?" Don't give a **** |
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| [01:54.939][Verse 3: Key Nyata] |
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In this dark black world, all my money match my bitches |
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Bitch it's Black Money World if you ain't get my last sentence |
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The story it has been written, ya'll second like Scottie Pippen |
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I'm trying to get cash like the landlord with tenants |
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The world is my sentence, I'm living in this prison |
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Trapped inside the world, that don't mind if I'm living |
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Blow herb just to rid it, but I just can't forget it |
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I'm married to the game 'cause she treat a nigga splendid |
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Lord is my witness, my fam finna' win bitch |
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BRK, and we started, we gon' end it |
| [02:27.932][Verse 4: Yung Simmie] |
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Competition is nothing, I got to get it |
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I'ma win it, jumping in like, "**** it, I'm going swimming" |
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My niggas is dressed in linen, and we 'bout it, it ain't no game |
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We swerving, it ain't no lanes, I must remain the same |
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Going hard, bringing the pain |
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Let me remain dry, as I walk through the rain |
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When the kush hit my brain, bet I'm going insane |
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I told you, fly past your bitch like Goku |
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Smoking blunts, I don't know you |
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You couldn't tell me how to tie my own shoes, make my own rules |
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Look through my microscope in small dues, so get big |
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Man I be focused, all black low-key loccin' |
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Flow wavy now I feel like I'm surfing |
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Man I go deep, it won't come to the surface |
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Where other niggas getting clowned belong in a circus |
| [03:12.456][Outro] |
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(Bow, 2.7.5) |
