Yeah, Pablo, go!
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Yeah, yeah, yeah!
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Move closer to these dope rhymes that raise a blade in that back...
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Can't take you with you, I stay official,
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Might bang the pistol with cash low.
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...the weather, that cool breeze
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Ripping... like blue cheese
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Paper tags and them new keys
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See clear skies and them blue seats.
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Started out with my...
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Vanilla Dutch in my ink pen
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Seat back in that... motivated by...
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Trafficking with no license
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Rolling up behind light tent
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I might lose, I might win
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Just pay up before the night end.
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Spanish bitch got a white friend
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She act black, but I don't care!
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Her ass flat, might grab that
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But I'm so familiar, I don't stare!
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In the inner state, with the fair charge
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That ...knocking and they head nod
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Bitch yellow, her hair blond and her bottoms matching her red bra
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Harlem's on, don't call my phone
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If you're not talking that long break
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Still trapped, that's real rap
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I kill tracks, that song dead.
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Pablo, my influence, you learn the shit that I've been doing
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Still trapped, that's real rap,
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I kill tracks, that song dead!
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Pablo, my influence, you learn the shit that I've been doing
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Lay back, I've been cooling
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My man shooting that cromlech
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Hook: (x2)
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My clique, I die for
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Ride slow, watch 5-0
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West Side hit Rascos
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Foe niggas, no Taccos.
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Money fast, your blocks slow
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Ask me, will I stop? No!
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I looked up to Pablo,
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I looked up to Pablo!
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Pablo, my influence, I'm about to blow like Georgio
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On the block we got green, or that off white air force one
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(Right!) Only got two options,
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That's rap a trap and them sports done
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Might run upon me on the right day,
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But ain't shit changed, I'mma ruin one.
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Clip off for them.. flights
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Thank God I survive in nights
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Kept... had the bottle of Sprite
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Money on your head, I bite your life
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Half these niggas ain't riding right
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This shit easy like riding a bike
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Easy! Got hooks like ....
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These dick riders all kind of height
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King saw my young nigga
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No bang, we got drums, nigga
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Ignorant, young dumb nigga
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Gonna feel nothing, we're numb, niggas!
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16 problem tips loaded up in just one trigger
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All these bitches want a piece of me
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I can't breathe, I'm only one nigga!
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Nigga, I don't doubt that you got your gun!
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Chances are my gun bigger
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Thinking at your clique tough
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Them same niggas gonna run with you.
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I earned it when the sun rise
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Won't let the feds take one picture
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Lost damn count, I stand out because sun different.
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Hook: (x2)
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My clique, I die for
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Ride slow, watch 5-0
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West Side hit Rascos
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Foe niggas, no Taccos.
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Money fast, your blocks slow
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Ask me, will I stop? No!
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I looked up to Pablo,
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I looked up to Pablo!
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I look up to Pablo, ask about El Chapo
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Push your tone and that yey, nigga
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Yeah, that's that new God flow!
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Blanco, Blanco, hundred bricks stay on your G
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Blanco, Blanco, the Mexicans they call me!
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Yeay yo, Coast Guard on my pay role
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12-13, go chains on
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Nigga, fuck the feds, I ain't landing low!
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So.. like this week
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Ain't even Thursday!
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My competition was big me that's real life, no wordplay!
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Aha! Fuck with Diddy and ...parts, getting on!
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..in the same car, getting on
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Huh, bad bitches! Trying to figure my net worth
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Drunk nights, our future
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I might just earn my...
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Stretch word, straps off my...
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8-48, king pin, I'm with Davis
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Diablo, play Mexico, no carbon
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..and I looked up to Pablo.
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Hook: (x2)
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My clique, I die for
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Ride slow, watch 5-0
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West Side hit Rascos
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Foe niggas, no Taccos.
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Money fast, your blocks slow
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Ask me, will I stop? No!
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I looked up to Pablo,
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I looked up to Pablo!
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Pablo
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| Dave East |
