Look, I¡¯m trapped in a grind trying to find a way out,
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With raps on my mind that I got to lay down.
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My hoe up in my ear and she telling me to lay down
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She want this good dick right before I make my way out.
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¡®cause once I hit the door she won¡¯t see me for a couple days,
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She down and make the rounds for me, call her couple plates.
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Making role to the safe, put them roles in the bank,
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Treat me like a king but my queen man she knows she ain¡¯t.
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Put my niggers on the game, put my city on my back,
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Put my pen up on a pad and put the lyrics on a track.
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Every single dollar that I¡¯m spending bet I¡¯ll make it back
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Twice up the lyrics, ¡®cause they¡¯re vivid like my life.
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Keep my competition scratching their head just like lice,
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How I went from no bars at all, are quite nice.
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Working hard, I¡¯m conditioned to ball just like Mike,
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Not the boxer, but the hooper, I¡¯m the champ, you¡¯re just a loser, bitch.
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Nosy niggers, nosy hoes,
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All up in my business, need to mind your own.
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Nosy niggers, nosy hoes,
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Asking questions about my riches, need to find your own.
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Nosy niggers, nosy hoes,
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All up in my business, need to mind your own.
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I said nosy niggers, nosy hoes,
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Try to get it why I fit in, but that¡¯s how I go.
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I guess everybody¡¯s real now, everybody sips slow,
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Every bitch a bad one, every nigger pimp hoes,
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Every nigger got swag, every nigger ghetto,
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But they know they¡¯re lying, so they¡¯re walking on their tip-toes.
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Better keep your eyes wide if I get you talking shit
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You ain¡¯t got to be like Gucci, man, to be a walking lid.
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Hip hop cosby all around, why you niggers talking bricks?
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Even coppers know you flopping. Boy, you¡¯re just a walking stitch.
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Boy, you just be talking sense, no sense in talking money too
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Bullshit talks, money walks, my earn has got me running to you.
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Out of sight, out of mind, out of space and out of time,
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Only got one life to live, so you know I¡¯m out to grind.
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Fobie getting polished up, that mean I¡¯m about to shine.
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Life gave me lemons so the lemonade, I make it mine.
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No fifty minutes of fame, you know I gotta take my time,
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Rolly¡¯ on my wrist, bitch, I¡¯m coming through to take what¡¯s mine.
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Nosy niggers, nosy hoes,
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All up in my business, need to mind your own.
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Nosy niggers, nosy hoes,
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Asking questions about my riches, need to find your own.
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Nosy niggers, nosy hoes,
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All up in my business, need to mind your own.
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I said nosy niggers, nosy hoes,
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Try to get it why I fit in, but that¡¯s how I go.
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Nosy niggers, nosy hoes,
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All up in my business, need to mind your own.
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Nosy niggers, nosy hoes,
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Asking questions about my riches, need to find your own.
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Nosy niggers, nosy hoes,
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All up in my business, need to mind your own.
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I said nosy niggers, nosy hoes,
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Try to get it why I fit in, but that¡¯s how I go.
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Nosy
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| Chase N. Cashe |
