I got a vision like Cyclops
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I look out at these little niggas sky box
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These niggas can't see we get 'em eye drops
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You lil niggas will never fit in my high tops
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I get money , check my stocks
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Never see time freeze , check my watch
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Any competition nigga I mop
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The floor with 'em the hippy say that I rock
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Like Diddy say what, I can't stop
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I won't stop no, my bros nah
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That's why I'm on the grind till my bones pop
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And my younglings getting sales like a phone shop
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Shit, we all sin on the Lord's watch
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I'm just trying to make a castle in this sand box
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Ask around no marathon I ran blocks
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I'm a wolf these little niggas is lamb chops
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Lord forgive me I'm a sinner
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When it come to that money I'm a sprinter
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I need that paper dog I'm like a printer
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Look me in my face you see the eyes of a winner
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Them cars that you rap about we be in them
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In the clubs too but I ain't even seein them
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Shit, I got friends I can't see again
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That's why every day I ball I don't need a rest
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I do it big I don't need a kim
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Eventhough I got a bus full of holes I got my seats in them
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And tell my bro homles free fat nigga
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First name "I'm" last name "that nigga"
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The love is fake , the hate is real
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I ain't worried about these niggas though my fate is sealed
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I'm in a whole different lane on the highway to the money
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These niggas in my rearview looking all funny
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Audi in that audi like a nascar rally
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The 4 ring king nigga just call me John Sally
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I'm in and out the fast lane swerving traffic
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These niggas ain't really ill though Earvin Magic
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And I'm feelin like Jordan with the flu come through drop 40
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And there's nothing you could do
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Respect for my niggas and they not your clowns
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You wacked out , we backed out like a hospital gawn
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BSB the team, nigga we the movie
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Tell these niggas catch up is forth colder than losing
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We on that u-haul shit nigga we movin
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Shit get fell right here we all shoot
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Light up, dumb down the flow
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Dim down the lights let my jewerly glow
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I shine no pope, bad boy no hope
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Can't ever say they fuck me and then want some more
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Better blues on my sack you lose you be dead
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Like if I were still selling NBU's in the track
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Battle head squeezing dead o I'm getting cheesey
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If the feds taking pictures then I might as well cheese in
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Cool it in the breeze on a beautiful cover girls
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She gave me good head now I'm ready to fuck the world
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Married to the game so I'm the cheater who blocks
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But these niggas got my name involved in all this gossip
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Mob shit, put a hit on you
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My repercussion be the reaper getting grimm on you
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Unidentified shoot a load grim on you
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Rearrange face bitch little kim on you
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No time for fake niggas
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Acting like they all gangstas I hate niggas
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I don't wanna be friends I ain't gotta do raps
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There's bricks in my backpack , motherfuckers
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Light Up Freestyle
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| Troy Ave |
