Living legend, nigga
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Living legend, nigga
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Living legend, nigga
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Fuck is my name? No sucker for fame
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Never tucked in a chain, what, you fucking insane?
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You little brat, we ain't nothing the same
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No new lieutenant, same crew in the game
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Bang! Dang, I must be super insane
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To punch 50 in the face and beat a sentence in vain
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Murder, mayhem, machines and machetes in the AM
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Pirellis on the Lam' and I'm barely in the lab
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Barely good at math
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You niggas from the street? I'm from the belly of the ave'
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Berettas or the jabs
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Can't bargain with a Carbon 15
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Parched and fatigued in my starch fatigues
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Waiting for the income and marching fiends
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Try and pump up from pawns to kings
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From under the porch light to picking the Porsche type
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From doubling dirty money that I'm forced to clean
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Getting high, not caring what the poison is
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I be whipping babies like some noisy kids
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Every day, steak, lobster, oysters, ribs, bibs
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Man, them fakes be recording fibs
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Torch, new Bimmer, got no miles and rims
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Control the trap like the house on Sims
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It was all good a week ago, now it's no grins
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For all y'all niggas, no wins
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And I'll go polish my rims
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And scrape gum off the bottom of my Timbs
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Whack a motherfucker, give his partner a glimpse
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Slingin' Add' at your front door
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You need guns? I want war
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Motherfuckers can't rhyme no more
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'Bout crime no more
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