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[Intro:] |
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Sometimes I tell the ******* I'm with, "Shut up and pass the *******" [x3] |
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Free my *****s! |
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I been smoking griggity, wish I was with em |
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Free my *****s! |
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[Verse 1:] |
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My cousin CJ tried to hit me with a brick of raw |
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In Alexandria, yeah it's nothing for to get it gone |
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With music, I ain't won awards, but I kept it gangster |
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Gon be a God in New Orleans like that ***** Daymond |
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Landlord in the south like my ***** Lucci |
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Corvette in front of David Ways screeching free Lee Lucas |
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***** that ***** *******, I got her saying free Lee Lucas |
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Beeto and Bryan *******, I just got off the phone with em |
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My old friends hatin, sending me the wrong signals |
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My dog recorded conversations, man what's wrong with him? |
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You got them college *****s fool, I be with stone killers |
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Doing bad 'fore they switched on me |
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When you're out of power it's over |
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Everybody love you when you feed the streets |
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When you leave the streets, they don't know you |
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Brook used to love me till another ***** with a bigger check approached her |
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Up in DCI, when I was calling home she was at the ***** house smoking |
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I was trying to go to church as a family, but her and him be going |
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Audi S7 was a surprise, I had went and bought that for her |
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Texting, saying someone that I love let her use his whip as a loaner |
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Praise be to God, everything done in the dark really come back on you |
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******* flipper, got the same *****s I came with, and we rolling |
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In the studio with my ***** Hood, but them *****s round him, they ******* |
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Gangster *******t, get to going platinum, they'll sit around and be looking |
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I'm so depressed I'll kill myself, wish somebody go head and cook me |
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*****! |
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[Hook:] |
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Bet a lot ******* *****s want to murder Brasi |
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Boulevard, Murcirélago and a Maserati |
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Boobie Black, Gunna, and Menace still a catch a body |
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And if you ***** around with Rayzor, ******* I'm out my body |
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Sideways, coupe be out my body |
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Whole clique pull up in Vettes, ******* we out our body |
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And you ever disrespect it then it's kamikaze |
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I just be with me a shooter like I'm John Gotti |
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I feel like John Gotti |
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John Gotti |
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Cause it ain't *******t to send a hit, I feel like John Gotti |
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It ain't *******t to send a hit, I feel like John Gotti |
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[Verse 2:] |
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Praise to Allah, I was born a God, with the murder game I'm righteous |
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Cancel shows just for Rayzor wedding, I don't know another just like it |
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I love Bunker, but despite the love, I don't know what made him dislike it |
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But me and Gunna in the Porsche truck and we screeching off like lightning |
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Fast, doing the dash, your ******* on my ass, she want me to smash |
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Flip out and flash, I'd rather get cash |
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Drika she bad and she into bags |
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Up in the Louis, Emilio Pucci |
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I tell em it's Gucci when they want them bands |
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I got them racks and no longer wear jewelry |
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Cause I'm bout my business, and back selling sand |
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I don't get tired |
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I'm bout my business, and back selling sand |
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I'm bout my business, and back selling sand |
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Packed up my bags and jumped back on the freeway |
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Say home's where the heart is, don't know where I'm going |
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Actavis drinking, I'm leaning and pouring |
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Those who don't get it say what are you on |
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My mother had sex with an angel |
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Born an immortal and ain't even know it |
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Driving alone while inside of my Porsche |
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Beat the ***** out a *******, ain't no slamming my doors |
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I'm only excited by spiritual things and I swear I can't wait to move on |
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All my *****s I lost know I miss you can't wait to be with you |
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I'm on my way home |
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When they flip the script without warning |
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Talking bout *******t you never did for em |
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God blessed you with breath in your body |
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Wish I would let you dig in my pockets |
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Lazy ass *******, get up and start grinding |
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Not in the streets, you never been bout it |
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Finally got blessed and money started piling |
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Got my first mil, a ***** ain't smiling, wylin' |
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[Hook] |