And I say one for the money, 3 for the show (roll up)
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Because we know that all the bad bitches smoke (vibe wit me)
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You competition is past fictional
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Gettin stopped like a bad pick and roll, magnifico
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These niggas is getting old, my team too strong
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Kevin knows, take you out your zone, I'm the new don
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And the only polo I know is Ralph Lauren
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Put me on the court with the opposition - I'll outscore 'em (easy).
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Try not to use cash so my checks serve a purpose
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Every time I sign for a blessing I use my cursive
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Got scruffs on my Timbs for a dollar so it was worth it
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Cocaine white suits, see an angel before we murk him
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Hog for the work, niggas' eyes love to lurk
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I got a bitch named cal, she 'bout 40 and love to twerk
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Nothing changed, range aiming at your frame, nigga
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Ain't a clause when dear to reign get you slain nigga
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Prices turnover the code like da Vinci, no nigga tempt me
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Generational curse of chugging whiskey 'til it was empty
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Drive-bys out the four-door Honda, dreams of a Bentley
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Pockets full of dead white men, I pray the master don't lynch me
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Step your game up - You wifed her, she been a rat
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I text her at the crack of dawn, tap-tap it and send her back
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My granny, momma, sister, cousin bedroom was up in that trap
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Is them drugs up on my counter? "No momma, that's Similac".
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Yo, I just spent like 30k today, I ain't gon' front
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See I came up from the bottom, I'mma get everything I want
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See the homies, I'mma holla, nothing changed I rolled a blunt
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Told 'em now it's time to eat cause we've been starving days and months
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And it's a must that we can trust nobody but us
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We ready to bust if enemies come
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But I can realize that this this ain't what you want
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See I do this shit for fun, screaming HS87 'til I'm done
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Ha, now I'm done.
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Stop the beat, here comes the starter
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Grab your popcorn, grab your water
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Grab your daughter, cause she watching cause I start like Mr. Carter
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Say I'm ballin' like a man, finger on the trigger
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Got money all in my pocket, I'm a I-E nigga
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Name Oktane, that nigga Oktane to be exact
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You hope to hear from a real nigga one day, well this is that
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I got that crack and I got that X R E, AK
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And I got my back, Tony Montana give em that brrrat
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HS87 nigga that's that, I'm done.
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No need for me to getting involved
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You'll get hit with a bat and wrapped in a cloth
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Uh, razor blades, shanks and fades
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Everybody on the floor or they K'd
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Uh, my young gliggity-Glock got on my crotch
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Stay ready and cocked
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Can't wrap me in a bag, I'm going pop
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New Rollie, so heavy metal
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Want a rock? Gotta hustle nonstop
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Look, wash yo hands before you shake mine
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You was talking shit I heard it through the grapevine
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Yeah, it's a lot of boppers on the sideline
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So the young baller had to go baseline
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I'm a black nigga with money like Akon
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You mad the squad winning that's a hate crime
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Peas and carrots, live and grow, that's my day job
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Young Veggie attract hoes like a Drake song.
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California, Christopher Dorner manifesto
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Hit-Boy, hip-hop I started on the metro
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But now I'm in that retro, Ferrari two-seater
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With the pedal to the floor, got it singing like Aretha
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If you scared, get a dog or a preacher
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Hit the hot spot with a bitch resembling Mona Lisa
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Priceless, I'm righteous, I walk the talk
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I am cooked cocaine, you are softer than chalk
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Cause your bite ain't as bad as your bark
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After dark, you inside like an embryo - I swim with the sharks
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Cause when I smell blood in the water
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I'm taking over like the New World Order,
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Witness the gangland slaughter
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Bitch.
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Still sipping Rose back seat of the Rolls
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Kilos on the Cuban link, they thought it was Hov's
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Fascinated with gold, sneakers and talented hoes
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Before you get to cruise you paddle the boat
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Elevated to elevators, had to walk flights
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Young niggas lick shots for them Air Nikes.
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Ride with me, although the driver's tipsy
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Avoid them officers calling 50s to get me
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They call me talk of the city, never talk the jiggy, man
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I'd rather talk to Whitney, condolences to Bobbi Krissy
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Balling I'm forreal, I got NBA skill
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Make you feel a little scrappy with the Stevie J grill
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And y'all ain't gotta ask me if it's Homicide Hill, nah
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Don't even ask me - this is Homicide Hill.
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I'm from the era of Biggie Smalls, TLC's "Waterfalls"
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Buying dimebags by the mini-mall
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I got your whole city logged online
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Disrespect mine, I be throwing ones like a titty bar
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You fucking with a grown man, boy
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I plug two like Trugoy, send that memo on your Android
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For 10G, you can talk to the boss
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My experience, I'm like Jordan on the court, nigga
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Pyrex pots and Guess shorts
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Yo, weed flow is the best sport
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Now I'm underwater flipping quarters
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The code to go tackle the globe
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Black Mac in the robe
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Metal mag cold straps, shit is gold
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Partyville and Hennessy fiend
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I'm blessed, it was a dream
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He had his team moving tight like skinny jeans
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You know, by any means
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We will bring the magazines out and clap everything down like little geeses
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All ride with ninas, cooling in cuisines
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Yo the whores is giving top in the back, I ordered wings
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Spray shit up to smithereens
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Stepping off they sway shit
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Shake your hand, blow you head up in killa Queens
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Yo, the dons know what it do
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I'm just that fly in the interview
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Wintertime grinding it seems
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Remember the pledge of allegiance
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To the team with more reasons, more firepower, and more squeezes.
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Cypher
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| Kent Money |
