Motherfuckers never loved us, they hated us
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Same niggas turned to dick riders once your paper up
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Don't ask me 'bout these rap beef, swear this shit fake as fuck
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Run into these Cover girls, they just start making up
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Don't apologize, nigga, now I'mma fuck you up
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Make you swallow your pride with a bullet, give you bubble guts
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Double up, wonder why these rappers never fuck with us
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A couple of 'em thought about it but they never touching us
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You don't know what to do with money
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I'm still spending 'O Let's Do It' money
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Imagine 'No Hands' money, that's that I don't give a fuck shit God damn money
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Really need to recognize who you talking to
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I get paid your yearly salary just to walk it through
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Wonder why I stay grinning? 'Cause a nigga stay winning
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All them cars and the cribs, a home and they ain't rented
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I should feel bad for 'em truthfully, this the motherfucking rap game, who do you believe?
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I told 'em when I started only option is shooting me
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Or saluting me, I'm still here and the crew with me
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Called in help before someone get the best of me
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I be at the lake house, wilding on some jet skis
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Daddy back, run along, do your chores mane
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Bricksquad Monopoly is not a fucking board game
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I'm the only one that get the job done
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I'm paying nobody, shoot my own gun
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I'm the only one that get the job done
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I'm paying nobody, shoot my own gun
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Believe Me (Remix)
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| Waka Flocka Flame |
