[Verse 1:]
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How can I explain this game?
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Got me on the road everyday, to fill my name,
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Me and my dreams of gettin the world crunk,
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The hits bring bling, and do the ATL stomp, this thang real,
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I got the gun chill, cranberry's and x pills,
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Smokin on the best of the best,
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When you see me you know I'm fresh,
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In the black lambo, I ain't ridin there hoe,
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Probably roll my other up, tell them what, I don't give a fuck,
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Prince's cut, round my neck, round my wrist, in my ear,
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In my son ear, in his mama ear, crystal clear,
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Listen hear, this fo all ya'll niggaz bitin' my flow,
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Wanna come up in the game, I can't stand a mane actin like I don't know,
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Yeah!, There's been a whole lotta talkin, Pastor Troy nigga, where my motherfuckin offerin?
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Yeah!, It's a whole lotta bitin', tell them niggaz keep motherfuckin fightin,
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Yeah!, It's a whole lotta suspicion, about who I'm fuckin, about who I'm hittin
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Yeah!, Baby give me why ya can't, cause I ain't playin with ya this year man(well ah haaaa)
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[Verse 2:]
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I been watchin these niggaz from a fog,
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My best friend left me with some dope in his car,
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So now I been hesitant to roll with the crowd,
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I represent niggaz smokin dro', actin wild(ya feel me now?)
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I been bouncin, ever since the 9 dro,
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Money, cars, clothes, hoes, 17 years old...
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Hop in the club with no I.D., no nigga here is gonna try me, zone 1, 2, 3 r e s p e c t
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V.I.P, bout 20 deep, hardest nigga in the street,
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Tryin to find me a bitch I can check,
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Probably be the bitch on the deck,
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Better yet, I'm a slap a bitch ass nigga, a fuck ass nigga, ol bitin ass nigga,
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Yeah!, it's a whole lotta talkin, Pastor Troy nigga, where my motherfuckin offerin?
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Yeah!, it's a whole lotta bitin', tell them niggaz keep motherfuckin fightin,
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Yeah!, it's a whole lotta suspicion, about who I'm fuckin, about who I'm hittin,
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Yeah!, Baby give me why ya can't, cause I ain't playin with ya this year man(well ah haaaa)
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Yeah!, it's a whole lotta talkin, Pastor Troy nigga, where my motherfuckin offerin?
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Yeah!, it's a whole lotta bitin', tell them niggaz keep motherfuckin fightin,
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Yeah!, it's a whole lotta suspicion, about who I'm fuckin, about who I'm hittin,
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Yeah!, Baby give me why ya can't, cause I ain't playin with ya this year man(well ah haaaa)
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Yeah!!!
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| Pastor Troy |
