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Go hard or go home [x16] |
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[Verse 1] |
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As I get comfy on the track |
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Rather fuck wit raw wouldn't comfy wit the crack |
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Yea, never clumsy wit the pack |
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That's prolly why a nigga so clumsy wit the stacks |
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Yea, so clumsy wit them racks |
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Though I aim anywhere so clumsy wit the straps |
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Half a life sentence a half on my lap |
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Plus I got half of the task on my back |
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They ain't got nuttin but time, the fuck is that |
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I'd rather be in jail then broke, this shit is wack |
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Jizzle only word for ya dog, this shit is crack |
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Use to hide em up in my crib, the real is back |
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[Chorus] |
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[Verse 2] |
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Peel the top off the pot jus like a lobster |
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Off white substance side n it aint pasta |
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Damn right he know what he doin look at his posture |
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Man we jus happy we back nigga I got ya |
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What u got in ya trunk sound like an opra |
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Way u stay stuntin on niggas deserves an Oscar |
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Yo I smoke all day jus like a rosta |
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And u know its M.O.B. live like a mobster |
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Tell me how them project niggas live like the doctors |
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Studied them projects niggas we got our doctorates |
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Yea the streets write a book I be the author |
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Think I'll call it SLP stunt like my patnas |
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[Chorus] |
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[Verse 3] |
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Dear lord heavenly father please forgive me |
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Can't turn back on em now these niggas feel me |
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Never dream of lettin em down that shit'll kill me |
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First year the money was dirty but now it's filthy |
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Dear heavenly father you know the real me |
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The use to hide it in the attic half a mill me |
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The use to get it in before the deal me |
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Now niggas actin like I owe em tell em bill me |
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Back up on our grind we put the worst behind us |
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No direct eye contact he might blind us |
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Risk it all everyday of the week so don't remind us |
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Street niggas we be in the streets that's where ya find us |
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[Chorus] |
