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I never let you down, I'ma shine on sight
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Keep your mind, on your grind, and off mine's alright? Right
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Hard I'm a ball on the squares I float
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Quarter million dollar cars everywhere I go
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I know in the lead it may see it might be
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But no matter what they doin' they don't do it like me
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Like a G I hold it down for the town I'm at
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And I flash like that recognize I'm back!
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[Verse 1:]
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Strike a match catch a fire any moment I decide
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That's enough of all your lies boy your boys just died
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Step inside super fly to the shoes in they coupe
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Then exit out with all the bitches like we always do
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My desire to retire growin' every new group
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Cause these guys just don't ride like my nigga you too
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Tight jeans, funny hair cuts, dancin' on the screen
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It's about the real niggas in the game so it seems
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Just pretendin' holla pimpin' get a shit a black eye eye
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Next he say he trappin' in my head I'm like why
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Be yourself, you ain't gotta pimp bone in your body
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I can tell ya ain't never bought a key or caught a body
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Nigga probably just seen Wayne, Gucci Mane
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Me and Boosie all go to prison
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I ain't flippin' hoe average nigga trippin'
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Listen, do for you that ain't in the cars
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Think the power is in the gun, but over all it's in your heart
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Nowadays I don't know wassup with niggas in the A
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Guess he think he in the game but he really in the way
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Violatin', I was having conversations in the joint
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But guess who done it and I promised I would put you on point
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I'm disappointed in you dog you ain't hold it down at all
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But I ain't going in your jaw just gon' show ya how to ball
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Standin' tall through the storm only God in the dorms
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Cats in prison who expectin' me to represent for them
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 2:]
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Strike a match catch a fire see T.I add gas
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What's a molotov cocktail that never break a glass?
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Scary ass nigga wanna come for me you better bring it
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I ain't mad I forgive em, God I know they ain't mean it
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Yeah I seen it all before, hater pop it and they ain't
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Rack they brain try to think how to stop it and they can't
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Ain't that lame but then the hatred manifest to pure malice
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I'm no longer being callous I'm a let you niggas have it
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Won't be satisfied till somebody dies and I'm patient
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Waitin' on me and the reaper on a first name basis now
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I'm a let you make it now, stay totally out the way for you
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But know that we can take it any place we could take it to
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Hatin' on your blood cause guess it's too late for you
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All I could do is pray for you or organize a wake for you
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Your choice, clearly I ain't hearing your voice
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Keep it up and I'm gon' send your ass to jail without joy
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Hey, you can have the bottom partner I'm a bring the sky box
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I got shit locked down nigga why stop now
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I'm so above you hover over suckers, why drop down?
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I'm so profound it goes down and...
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[Chorus]
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I'm Back
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| T.I. |
