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[Produced by Black Milk] |
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[Intro] |
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Is a music that is all beat |
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Strong beat and talk |
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And it sounds like this |
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[Hook] |
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Shake em off, shake em off |
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Play it off |
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Put yo life on the line |
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Real walk, real talk put yo life in the rhyme |
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[Verse 1] |
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Yeah, yeah mean with the axe |
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From a scene where they put beams on your back |
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You either sell packs or you either sell raps |
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Sixteen years old spittin' sixteens in the trap |
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And OG's talk real |
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Come make half a mill wait for that rap deal |
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Can't wait that long nigga |
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Ride with it |
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Make their bed they gotta lie in it |
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Put a lot in the plot puttin' time in it |
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Who's that peepin in my window |
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Got me peekin out my window every five minutes |
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Trynna make six figures started off as five digits |
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Ain't playin' no more |
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What you sayin'? What you playin' it for? |
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Where you trynna hang out yo we hang at the store |
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Niggas playin' the law till they lay in the morgue |
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It's that dirt rap |
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Ghetto DMF where they ask where the work at |
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Eastside strip clup ghetto bitches twerk at |
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Don't sleep you might catch a dirt nap |
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[Hook] |
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[Verse 2] |
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Off the books and shit |
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On record, off record off the hook and shit |
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Took this shit |
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I still rep it ain't nothin' |
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Inner city still betray Dave Ruffin |
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Rugged and uh, say somethin' we stay dumpin' |
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Any place they hear the bass we keep the place jumpin' |
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Yeah the city where they got the hot gun ray |
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Say fuck laws, 911 calls but the cops come late |
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But now we recording while fans waitin' |
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Came from bus stations recording in mom's basement |
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Didn't have a dime and couldn't go buy a Nathan |
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Now I only spend my time with dime faces |
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[Hook] |