[Chorus: repeat 4X]
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We ain't playin' (hell naw) we ain't playin' (hell naw)
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We ain't playin motherfucker we ain't playin' (hell naw)
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[Verse 1]
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Alright, I got a bunch problems throbbing in my noggin that ain't stopping me
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You pooping slugs from your glock on your block I'm staring killing sprees
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I'm 23's you 17's on vogues you can't weigh up to me
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You flex on me but really it's that hate driving incorrectly
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I'm on the road get the fuck up out my way I'm coming hoe
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You thinking we playing with the words we saying
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We ain't playing for all who didn't know
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Keeping it real I'm laughing at cha' I ain't laughing with cha'
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I'm glad to get your full attention comprehension listen to my opposition
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Make some money fuck the honeys twist a blunt and pass it to me
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Got no time no weak rhymes so when I write it comes out ebonics
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That's the way it's gotta be dirty south to vow with me
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Suddenly thousand miles per hour Renzo's on and out of me
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Ain't hit my peak but I'll keep climbing til' my lungs give out on me
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Won't take my seat but I'll keep standing flaming til' you feel the heat
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Competition is what the world revolves around so know the score
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I'm man the lil mo tasting your plate fuck it we ain't playing hoe
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 2]
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You ain't scared we ain't scared so let's take this out the doe
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Got your unit let's go do it I ain't got no time for hoes
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Think we playing we ain't playing and we can do this 10 on 4
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With all this animosity around me I'm about to explode
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And if I blow it's for show the outcome is gonna be crucial
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Feeling neutral and if you say I'm useful and that truthful
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Bringing it brutal every time pass the fucking mic to
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Then your soul and giving music that's you guarantee to like it
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Ain't no stopping there nothing but air and opportunity every where
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Stop and stare or just take a peek at all that isn't fair
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Think I care yes sir cause all this shit is effecting me
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I'm gone keep on speaking my mind until these folks start respecting me
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Neglecting me no more taking that motherfuck what cha' say
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Tough as nails growing up in mempho living in the bay
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Mady Gray pick the rapping yes this nigga had to write
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No more joking legally roasting you up on track is tight
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3]
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I got a million categories on my shit to do list
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And plus my anna that's been bottled building up through out this
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It's gone combine with the bad and the goods gone get great
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Be sad that you ain't make this far I can't help it that is fake
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And plus my legacy been charted through untraveled planet
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My prophecy got me to where I be I know you can't stand it
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My shit be slamin' like orgasms jamin' up in your throat
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Open up your read this vowels so you can get a breath fo' you choke
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I'm bout to give it like some stitches doctors place in sessions
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Bring up nothing but some fucking pain on every thang that I'm given
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And I got no love for them haters tryin to stop what I'm doing
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This shit goes on I rap po long and bet's believe I'm pursuing
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A higher ground on lert and that's so hard cause man ain't got wings
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See every one on nursery puppets dancing round on strings
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You got to grab life by it's neck and rip it's bones out of socket
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Cause if you don't you'll might slip up and you'll end up out of pocket
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[Chorus]
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We Ain't Playin'
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| Lil' Wyte |
