Feat. Chris Ward
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(Intro)
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Chicky check, microphone check
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One, chicky check, microphone check
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Two, chicky check, microphone check
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(Verse)
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Stone up cause I'm grown up (you stone up)
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Stress that work-out just to see how it tone up
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Block for block, in the city we got it sown up
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Spit so much heat on the beat that we'll fuck yo song up
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Some people act like we already dun' blown up
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Cause we said so many trends, we can't do nuttin' than own up
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Stoner, drop arenas are open to domer
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On that candy coupe cat
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Soon as I put that chromer
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Hey, one time for the muthafuckin' south
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Two times for the muthafuckin' north
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Three time for my muthafuckin' cold
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Ten times for the Tom Cruise, as I crack the ceiling
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Tear that muthafucka off
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Keep some bad breezes with me, with the muthafuckin' mouth
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So sweet, she make you skeet before you reach the muthafuckin' loft
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But fuck niggas, I don't believe in fuckin' friends
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I believe in hunid tabs and hunids
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In fact, stacks that come in twins
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You roach ass, just hopped off the porch ass niggas
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It's first class, you ain't even coach class niggas
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Sometimes I sit and think of all the people I heal
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And all the illegals I dealt
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And I pray for forgiveness cause I know that I cheated myself
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And know not a play to keeps for myself
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Yea yea, it's god first, family and money
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She say she loves me, I tell 'er, you can't handle me, honey
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Still, gimme yo number and I might fuck ya later
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Cause bitch, I'm the bomb, like Al Quaeda
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(Hook x2)
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I keep it 100 in these crooked ass streets
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I'm never caught sleep and I keep my pistol within reach
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My mind on my money, not a woman in my sheets
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I ain't tryna be rich, makin' sure my children eat
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(Verse)
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Now I ain't got as many followers as Wayne got
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I spit that hot water, I make it rain hot
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What's an umbrella to an acid lava rain drop?
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Ninehunind degrees, but the sun ain't neva came up
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Thirty six of 'em and the yay twenty weigh
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Make sure that my Lexus tied tight
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I'm about the interstate state
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Can't arrest me cause you can't find the work, it's in a safe place
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Got so much ghetto love, I think I can penetrate hate
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Robert Hill Davis comin' out my speakers, it's so clear
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Can't afford what's in my style-ophone, what's yo deal?
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Cause I done lean so good, man, I dun' went to sleep in Mo' City
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But I woke up in another hood
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Stay on my grind until I shine, hommie that's what I do best
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Used to get bags of money, but now, you damn right I do checks
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I got a brother named Mickey
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Original screw up, click member just like me
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He doin' time, but in a few days they gon' let Mike free
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And we gon' get us a mean hot from a nice tree
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Meanwhile I'm rollin' fours, bangin' on the block
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Ass out like a quire outside, singin' on the block
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They call me Mr. Hit, so amazing on the block
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No coco butter to a Caucasian on the block
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I'm most the ? your finest, call me yo highness
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The law behind us, he don't mind us
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That's one of my drivers
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I'm well connected
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Talk dirty behind my back, but in my face I'm well respected
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Got guns on top of guns on top of guns, well protected
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(Hook x2)
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I keep it 100 in these crooked ass streets
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I'm never caught sleep and I keep my pistol within reach
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My mind on my money, not a woman in my sheets
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I ain't tryna be rich, makin' sure my children eat
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Keep It 100
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| Z-Ro |
