Bases loaded, motherfuckers
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Ya ready?
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Going hard like Raffersburg in the 4th
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But this the plus score, the last man standing is the gladiator
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I¡¯m eatin¡¯ rappers alive, I¡¯m a decapitator
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Light, cameras, you ready for some action playa?
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I got my hands up, gunning for the end zone
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Clothe and movie scripts, album sales, ringtones
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This money ain¡¯t a thing homes
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Well at least to me it ain¡¯t
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My block work is clockwork
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I don¡¯t wanna see the pain
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All I wanna see is fwanks
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Grants and Jacksons, niggas mad as the status
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Enormous cash we¡¯re stackin¡¯
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Well let me take you back there
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To them hoes on my side, hand me now clothes on my back
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Of course I got close to the block
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Now I can¡¯t fold up my knot
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Just throw a band on ¡®cause he brought a stove, getting high
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I throw them pants on it, you know I¡¯m whippin¡¯
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No killers credentials, just might catching new tinsels
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Niggas knew I had potential when I
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Had turned to double up into a quadruplet
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My hustler niggas understand me
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I turned to double up into a quadruplet
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Now they chain down the ranks silly to watch stupid
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The house bigger, the grass greener, the car ruthless
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They say that recession here but we gon ball through this
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A heart of a winner and the blood of a champion
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Got the stretch to put my team on my back and carry on
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Sippin¡¯ that Perignon, lightin¡¯ that marijuana
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Stylin¡¯ also called, releasin¡¯ rapper dons
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Murder every track I¡¯m on
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I¡¯m done rapping to ¡®em
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They try to slow me down, put obstacles in the way
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I ain¡¯t worried about the cops, just the shit that these niggas say
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I¡¯m ready to start talkin¡¯ before you done did a day
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I sent the white up north, tell a couple spit in the tray
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Die slow, salute to my niggas who stood tall
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Dreaming of foreign cars and cancels with bigger walls
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I¡¯m for some liquor for my niggas locked, my niggas gone
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When we reunite at the pearly gates, then it¡¯s on
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Ain¡¯t nothing changed boy, I get ¡®em in, get ¡®em gone
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I bleed the block, check the bottom of my Loubrettons
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This lil niggas couldn¡¯t walk in my shoes
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These haters everywhere, think they blockin¡¯ my views
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Feds in up on mark, out here watchin¡¯ my moves
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Gotta move smart, hear me (it¡¯s real)
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I¡¯m switching cars like Nicky in Casino
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Tryna pick me up with kilo
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Getting drug money like putting up a free flow
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It¡¯s too easy to just start hustling when you heard the new G¡¯s
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These niggas not a comic book
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I¡¯m getting dirty money by the book
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I¡¯m outside, don¡¯t give a fuck how I look
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¡®Cause where I come from ain¡¯t nobody got money
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But they all want something huh
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They all want something huh
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They all want something huh
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Prime Time
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| Boaz |
