Yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah
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One day, Mp
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Let's go
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I one day, I met a .. name
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I skip fire on scene son historical flames,
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I burn the frame out your ram shackle tedamine
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Then I pass my .. out to the residence,
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Day for president really to dream on
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BDD, how my mind work I'm really a skim up
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Right backs, well I ride around your stripping and rifa,
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Tryin to get this stripper, to get my shit to your speakers,
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Yes, he's been here my message, crack the CD vile the real laugh lessons,
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They kick back with the spiff in their six packs,
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And kill yourself if you start thinking this shit's whack,
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And send this clear that your f*ked up ..
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And probably couldn't tell your best friend from your enemy
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Your brain dead and baby I'm playing fat and maybe I may be a bitch
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I play the fast with my hat little, don't even .. when I got ..
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Got what you need, f*ck speed asking crack y'all
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Stay on some shit that sick like a crack hole,
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Son under stoop, say what's the gap for,
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1 2 3 4 5 6 7
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BK all dae mind keep stressing
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7654321 better friend new B and the brand new gun.
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I go in, y'all scared like some church brims
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Roman Catholics with the socks in the skirts guard,
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Anyhow, what the fuck is the problem?
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Names day, got a funny way I go about solving them
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Like gangas bunch on the butcher and all of them,
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My cool with the real talk, holy with the school with them
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You read son .. true, I ate fool with them,
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You read see through work then, you aint fool with them
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A smooth with them, driven with position
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I f*ck 'bout the earth and conquer with her wisdom,
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Thunder pen from the sins I've made,
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And one day you'll never be, we ain't saint, we're similar
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A sent like a king or emperor,
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Ain't saint so you .. say I'm playin' on regular
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Blessed off with the mask y'all remember my name
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Y'all ain't even gotta know my age face where I stay
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Got a chip on my shoulder, you ain't even got a way
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Should be knowin' what I'm sayin all you gotta do is playin'
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All the words and all the phrases, just keep flowing on the pages,
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So they waking up the neighbors, so I rise another day
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1 2 3 4 5 6 7, spit high shit get high like heaven
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7654321, got a pillow with a piff, tryin to make a couple products.
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My life's ill I get high like my light bills
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Come down and feel the urge for me to write
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Still fire for higher, holy for dough,
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You can get to me lay it down, I'm closing the show,
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All I gotta do is drop a couple balls in the flow
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And you can sell it and you know they're gonna buyt it for sure
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A grinding rap I pay for studio time with some draw
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My lines f*ck your head up like a liner some blow,
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But show to put your man is a beast,
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To put a plan, your main day is a beast
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Sign sport on the six, string stay on the creep,
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Kill shit so you gotta know I'm playin' for kids,
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Crazy hear and mention names in my head when I speak
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In the streets will you sleep, he die, hit pits of ..
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To get right you need that list to die,
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To tell the truth the .. more like twenty and up
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To get serve the .. I used to put honey on the dust,
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Funny folks with that look on your grill and get sat
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When I come through taking my raps, I move that
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It's a rap MP on the B, your next steps
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When I get back upon my grips and read tracks.
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1 2 3 4 5 6 7, get high don't mind fire in the weapon
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7 6 5 4 3 2 1, got a couple Gs left no deal for the sons
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BK All Dae
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