(Verse)
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Got a yung nigga that's down to ride
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Before a homicide when it's drama time
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I was uptown like momma's pride
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No miss miff, I seen a lot of pots
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2.5 in my back pocket, got 4-9s in my trap rocket
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Yung shooter got a black rocket
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Look for the D's? They're Cam's in watch
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Give a dope fiend just a couple grams
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Let me hold his crib for a whole week
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Runnin' round with the same niggas
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You don't know niggas, you don't speak
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Dressed up, but you runnin' out,
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Niggas run they mouth like a slow leak
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She was gainin' weight while she was with you
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Bitch fuck with me, she pro'ly won't eat
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My lil' nigga doin' seven street
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With dope and haven, that's at least five
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Ride around with that piece on me
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I ain't neva thrown no peace time
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Each time I'm tryna recline I know the street's mine
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I ain't gotta stress
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Talkin' money, you can get robbed
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That's a tip jar, she ain't got no chest
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Pop off shit and you ain't got no vest
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You ain't got no gun and you ain't bout that life
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I got a hunid niggas on the east side
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My street size, ain't no time to fight
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Plum push because I'm up north
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? if I done wrote that nigga all kind of case
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Shook nines, I got a crook mind
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And no good times, just dynamite
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Won't call a nigga till I'm under earth
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See thirty clips hanging under shirts
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Spanish bitch, and she love to squirt
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No nine to five, but I love to work
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Reebok on my footwear, I never look scared
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You could die tonight
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Thirty goons rollin' in the club, nigga take a chance
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Like he Bobby Night
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Starvin' out, might take dinner, hair spinin' like I sniff pink thinner
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Summer baby, might shake winter
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If you not hatin', get this cake with us
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Keep eatin' till my plate finished
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Got older women, they was Mase bitches
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Bodies drop when that case bitten
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Who grave leathers, all grave linen
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Chicky Chan with a rubber grit
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My cousin Blood and his rubber clip
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Connect phone, that's another flits
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Time to book a flight for another trip
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Flow like water, yo daughter love me
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I was in the trap, me and all the cutties
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Mad at me? I fuck all the buddies
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I know they hitin', still all them love me
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(Hook x4)
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Cocaine by the eight ball
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Knockin' MJG in eight bum
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Like that cush, I take off
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Don't fuck with me, that's day laws
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Chi-Raq (Freestyle)
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| Dave East |
