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[Hook: x2]
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On the low
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What's up with you ho
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*****es smokin' dro
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Bet you know
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Bust like forty four
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When I spit that flow 'cause we go hard
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Like that *******t they hustle on the boulevard
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***** your broad
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***** I bet I could
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***** I bet I would
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[Verse 1: Logic]
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Lemme get it
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Lemme get it
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Lemme get it right now
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That's the *******t I've been on
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R A double T P A C K
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You know we *******t on
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Anybody in the way all day
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I'm livin' my life boy you know to the fullest
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These women, they love us, they push us and pull us
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Just me and my team takin' shots without bullets
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Gettin' this money, you know we don't bull*******t
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People they love it, they know the name
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I got a little change, but I'm still the same
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So break it down
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Break it down
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The *******t I'm rockin, they don't make it now
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I've got haters and they talk *******t
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But that's okay, I've got real *******t
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That's heartfelt, make you feel *******t
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But right now it's time for that trill *******t
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Killers and murderers
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Dealers and burglars
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Round my way, they never heard of you
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From that West Deer Park
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Where they kill after dark but that never occur to you
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Been broke, dirt broke
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While my brothers was hustlin' pu*******n' that coke
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That's the life of a G, but it wasn't for me
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And for real, that's the reason I wrote
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[Hook]
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[Verse 2: Kid Ink]
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On the low
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I be so high
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Touchin' the sky
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I got a wood, so ***** the world
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Until I die
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If you ain't know
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It's Kid Ink baby
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Representin' Alumni
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Off three shots but, you ain't hear the gun ****
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Fat ass blunt *****, yours looks sun dried
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What it do, I'm on two
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Tell 'em straight up, no juice
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Never goin' back to the broke old days
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But I've got a room full of retro J's
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Never seen these, look back at it
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I see your bank and I laugh at it
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Blowin' kush up, like an air mattress
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One hit will leave a ***** asthmatic
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And we goin' up
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Ain't nobody sober
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Know that molly, uncut
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Eighteen and over
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Got
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Three chains
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Two girls
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Hangin' over my shoulders
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Give it up in one motion
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Know that money is the motive
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[Hook]
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[Verse 3: Trinidad James]
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My time
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My time is now
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I cannot wait
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They say that love, it comes with hate
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When I made it out the streets
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And then that love it turned to hate
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I didn't turn up, I turned away
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The time is short, no time to waste
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All these *****s up in my face, they ain't my friends
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All these *****s up in my face, they ain't my friends
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I've got fam servin' fiends
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And fiends I call my fam
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If you wanna keep your *****
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Then make sure she don't cross my path
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'Cause if she do, she see my shoes
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She peep my swag, she get online
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Check my background
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***** you seen that cash
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My only motto about that money is get more
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My only motto about that money is get more
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[Hook] |