When you start getting money your bitches start getting better
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Niggers act funny, but really it don¡¯t even matter.
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Imma keep climbing up in this game of choosing ladders,
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Hoping I¡¯ll get my shot to be the people¡¯s favorite rapper.
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Days going and going like the years is coming faster,
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Soon as I get my chance, ain¡¯t nobody coming after.
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Me and my niggers going hard like we don¡¯t care,
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Gold grills and dirty tamp shit, that¡¯s all that I win.
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Dirty tamps and gold grills is making a women stare,
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Gold grills and dirty tamps they¡¯re trying to get a pair.
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Buying off my style, taking pieces of my flare,
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But I can¡¯t stop now, ¡®cause the nigger¡¯s almost there.
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You might be up there now, but you ain¡¯t close near,
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So tie a rope around your neck and kick away that cheer.
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So you can save me the time and you can save me the effort
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To see you niggers die slow, the shit is a pleasure.
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Kill yourself and nobody else.
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Kill yourself and nobody else.
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Niggers say they og¡¯s, but they¡¯re acting hoe,
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Telling lies to my homies, try to split my click,
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That¡¯s for bitches, you don¡¯t know me.
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Never would I slender my brother to a nigger,
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Know that gossip to a general public.
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Head boy, that¡¯s my nigger to the end of my days,
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One out of few that I met to ever deal with my ways.
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Square club, that¡¯s the squat, forever I¡¯m rapping hard,
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Whether I¡¯m rocking or rolling, the shit is up in my heart.
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Gotta know I¡¯m staying real to the end from the start,
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How you start and how you finish, royalty, never part.
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Niggers can say what they want, ¡®cause they don¡¯t know how I feel,
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Because these industry niggers don¡¯t ever be in the field.
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Niggers be in the studio, they don¡¯t be in the streets,
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Niggers be on the beats, no, they don¡¯t want no beat.
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¡®cause niggers won¡¯t throw hands, niggers just run their mouth,
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So put the peace in your shit and exit your way out, you bitch.
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Kill yourself and nobody else,
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Kill yourself and nobody else¡¦
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Kill Yourself
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| Chase N. Cashe |
