Man let's get it
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Let's get it
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No more nigga waiting, no more tim
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Double M, selfmade 3, it's Meek Millie
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Stallie in the building Omarion
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Fillie dream chasers
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Our RP little Snoop
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Rest in peace to my little nigga
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Is we gonna make this history or what?
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That's all we know, that's all we know
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That's all we know
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Sheavy in the building, Gucci Pucci in the building
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Show you the building
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Double MG
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Mama couldn't save me,
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Daddy did, so he couldn't raise me,
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I'm still tripping off that play me
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Sayin bitches funny only one I have my baby
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It's crazy, and nigga said they made me
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Taking credit for my mama shit amazing
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My niggas talking down when I'm not around,
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But every time I'm in the building not a sound
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Uh, I lie my haters an I chop em down,
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That chopper I have a nigga dancing like you Bobby Brown
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I'm well respected in my city even out of town,
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And I will never talk my chain, how that sound?
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Oh, how that look, we only 'bout that book
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We just look body cold like the niggas go exposed when they fast can't do
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Never drop their names too
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Niggas said I can't but I'm with the same crew
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I was always told to get that money and remain you
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Never let this p**sy niggas tell you what they can do
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Every time they said I love that is when I came through
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Range new, 38 .. when the flame new
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Uh, just in case I got flame, flame
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What the feeling when the people drop flame
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Locked you in the cell when the tangle
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You ever doubt before I go I'm working like I'm jangle
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I f*ck her, I'm banglish, she f*ck me she might get famous,
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She might get the chance to ride .. our ranges
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Money ain't your closest friend turning in your strangest
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That's dangerous, nigga it's you and now aim it us
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Shooting in the sky you try to hit the angels up
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Did them niggas tripping like they dipin off for angel dust
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'cause microphone you run the mike you get this tangle up
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I only f*ck with bad bitches every train to f*ck
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Five nigga nuts, run the chain on nuts
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Looking at this rap then our lame is f*ck
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Skinny jeans, many skirts, with the stick
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I stick to this flip, you get like this whipping stitch
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Every morning in the kitchen like I'm whipping the crib,
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Nigga I could pull your bitch with the flick of your wrist
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So when it's automor flashing it's like I'm flicking the ..
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Hold up!
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Let me get some control over here
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I had to lose the mike, the mike is getting tangled up
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I let these niggas getting it all
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Let's get it twisted, let's go!
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And I remember it was an old lice
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Thousand roll just for a mice
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Yeah I remember all them cold nights,
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Niggas so white just a little low life
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Damn, for .. I was runnin, I was sinnin'
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The crazy part of design ain't one to send it
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The dope dealer was I aim it,
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and now I'm magic you couldn't imagine the shit I saw
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had no choice but to get involved
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you even spit it raw so crack and driven apart
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it's crazy when I see me own neighbor hittin us all
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I was thinking at my head like I got gift with this raw,
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Shoots getting told up, as you watch me grow up
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right in front of the kids you f*cking the nose up
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you're thinking like so what?
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My homie got cold up, she even so and intending
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I'm thinking like hold up,
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I didn't see my homie, mami turning to a zombie
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And it was like New Jersey try away we sold to Johhny
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When we drove them cars sleeve like through .. ball to ball
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And had no way to go it all
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Who thought that we go this far
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Matter of fact who thought that we would live this long
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I got your money in the palm made a nigga strong
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I have respect for ..'cause they will find a .. back
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And I was on tour that, that nigga hit your whole that
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Down baby now it's thirty rounds, baby as I ride through my hood
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And been going down later in this bitch
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Would they murder for a handsome pound
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Baby so imagine for a kilo, shocking the water Nemo
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Skinny niggas with a 4 pound turn the debo
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Got the four five in this six call the silo
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Y'all nigga talking bout murdfer they ain't dido
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F*cking around and get your life took a ripo
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F*cking nigga tell us as I see em and know they jealous
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Stepping in my jealouses .. like mom Bellum
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Balling like I'm melling, the king like I'm kareta
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And taining my bereta and singing I won't do never
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We shooting all of that p**sy, winging all of you niggas,
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My city body for body, finger all on the trigger
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I'm ready my niggas heavy, yellow guard all on my presidence
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And Switching gas all on your whire,
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Feeling like I'm in dready, I'm ready all in your dream
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Lean like I'm cream, I'm seling 50 my beam,
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I'm clean f*ck what do you mean?
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My team, realers
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Fullers don't fall, fullers they step me back in the track
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French of the tour, niggas they wanna see my demise,
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Wanna see me me no job, they talking back on the corner
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50 niggas we mob, we choppers like g*ck the cop,
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Ducking them helicopter they wanna lock us and boxers,
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they going houses and tell the ..
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it's Meek Millie we gotta f*ck with it,
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What we're doing?
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It's dream chasers
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It's Meek Millie, you know the pipe willies,
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You know the pipe bitches that dike the ..
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What the feeling when you're looking at that ladies wipping on you
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You could cap it, or looking at the baddest bitch and knowing you could pop it
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The youngest nigga in my city dawn and I got it on the other line with Benjamin
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And money is the topic
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And the funny thing about it, I only drop the album
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But the shitting on them niggas they got em
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They used to doubt em
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Now niggas on, get em gone, f*ck the baddest bitches in the home
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I'm in the zone, man p**sies when don't get alone
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I seat alone with the thirty, cut .. in my crown
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These niggas wrong they kill you when you in the throne
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And you dog get your dog when you're get a bone,
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And get don't get alone, 'cause fake niggas get the flake
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The more money I make, plus this suckers Is telling like it's a gun in their face
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I'm just .. your melon nigga you round in the fake
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I change it that with that metal and we was running to race
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And it's the relate and f*ck the DA, I bring it back no simple replay
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Putting on the free way so we can cake like ..
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And make a leave way, got two bad bitches on the free way
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Ready to email
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This is the life nigga
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This is the life nigga
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Double M nigga, double M
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Hey Pucci we just gone
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Gucci Pucci in the building
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Niggas rather see you shut up before they see you pop up
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Chain around your neck all fresh fooling that drop up
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Cover summer's back niggas had I couldn't cop up
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But I wasn't hating, I was patient to get this guap up
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Look at their faces, now I made it and nigga got up,
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Nigga ah ah I
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I'm all your niggas .. yeah
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Everybody wanna be cool drop
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One album a year
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Double MG we gonna fledge a nigga straight to
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That's how we doing it
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Self made, September 17
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DC 3 motherf*ckers September 29
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.. on the way
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.. out now
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Are you that nigga in the dish with the nigga point pitch high
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The boy grab you this bitch high
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But I beatin you this p**sy, you was crying in the kitchen,
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Run uppn me I ain't sleepin ..
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'cause if forever 50 seven make eleven on this swift in
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Or you'll be hatin with this bitches high
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Pillow talking with them hoes when I told you that I hit it high
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Holy check dope boy
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Chop it chop it down like a cold boy yes
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I just made a millie, no more stress
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Dropping all the phantoms on boast on jess
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Oh my lifE so real, boy I should kill like O'Neil when the pank
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Hold up, Let me catch this out here
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It's me right here I can't disrespect this right here
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BBig
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I said my life so real, boy I should kill like O'Neil when the pank
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I'm the deal when you ain't
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And the will I can spend the quarter when I kill when you can't
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And for real when I see a hundred mill,
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I'm a fake, why you're hating?
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'cause you mad, 'cause you mad, glad you're hatin
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What would I say?
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I'm sayin 'cause you're mad, you're mad 'cause you're hatingI'll be riding in some chill like it's my primer graduation ah
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Like it's my primer graduation uh
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They lucky I ain't got my memory right
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I've been never bout two days so
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When the money came all the hoes came too
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And when the bullet babe I'll blame with you
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And I remain who, mix to remain with the same crew
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My niggas
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September 17
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Hip-Hop Nation Freestyle
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| Meek Mill |
