Put it in reverse homie, change da gear
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I'm buyin all new whips at da top of da year
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I'm a mudafuckin G, did I make that clear
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Nigga first I got they hearts, then I stole they ear
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So come to Houston, Texas, see who really in charge
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It's gon be a lovely sight when I lift da garage
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Got da black on black nightmare, bad hoes gon stare
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Haters on da sideline tryin get some bus fare
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Married to da game, I done made these vowels
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In da tinted Avalanche, tryna duck these laws
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I'm a certified rebel, Nikes on da pedal
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I'm racing up da highway takin steps careful
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Lil Ke, Chuck T, is a whole nother level
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26's on da truck, I call it heavy metal
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Da flow air tight, da jewelry iced right
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I gotta send pictures to da g's dressed in white, cause a
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1 for da cake, 2 for da bread
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I do this for da streets and niggas and da fed
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I'm married to da game, it's for better or worst
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So you can back that bitch up, homie put it in reverse
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Them hoes play neutral, suckas stay behind
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Hater on da fist, playin both sides da line
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Ain't never fallin off cause I can come right back
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As soon as da work delivered I can move that pack
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It takes a G to keep grindin, hustle til I die
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A pocket full of stacks it's da apple of my eye
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Screwed Up Click, and that's a small reminda
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Cause it's dirty south bitch, this Texas to Carolina
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Sweep da whole globe, big shots to Universal
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Sixty minutes flat and do it with no rehearsal
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Hit em with a punch line work that jab
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Then I shift into reverse and go back to da lab
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My mouthpiece so cold, but hot at da same time
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Da streets goin crazy and they losin they mind
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Cause it's all for da scrilla, I do it for da feddy
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Chuck bring it back I don't think them hoes ready
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Put It In Reverse
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| Lil' Keke |
