I¡¯m at my point, well in my zone,
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The money calling, it¡¯s on my phone.
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My girl on the other line, mad I ain¡¯t home,
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We in this bitch to burn in down, turn your sirens on.
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These rims, I don¡¯t like, these things ain¡¯t my type,
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They know me in my city, I have a thing on my light.
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They tryin¡¯ to steal my moves, they tryin¡¯ to down my crew,
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But watch me, I can go anything but loose.
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Ok, while pear pushing these white kids I stand tall in my Nike¡¯s
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And I¡¯m passing house sick, heavy shit, no life¡¯s muse
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Carpet burn her right knee, it¡¯s scarred up this life thing
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Two commons would excite me, common niggers don¡¯t like me,
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I¡¯m better high, my pimp right, guess you call that dry-clean
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Say you¡¯re in the lime light, guess my shit don¡¯t hide bean.
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I¡¯m killing everything, when I leave, this a CSI scene,
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You think my limbs is reboost, whether it be is I seen
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Been tricked on, been licked on, by bitches while they kicked some,
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She got her clothes turned on, my fuck you good is turned on,
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I play like this my last night, add medicine¡¯s square guard on,
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Bar hard, you see right, they contradict what you heard wrong.
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So where my scholars at? Time to get this nurse gone,
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Heard these niggers won¡¯t be for eight one my certain one
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Line ¡®em up, I¡¯m slaughterin¡¯, my money valid, all rhythmic,
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Said you¡¯ve seen it all before, you ain¡¯t even seen it all, but three.
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I¡¯m at my point, well in my zone,
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The money calling, it¡¯s on my phone.
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My girl on the other line, mad I ain¡¯t home,
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We in this bitch to burn in down, turn your sirens on.
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These rims, I don¡¯t like, these things ain¡¯t my type,
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They know me in my city, I have a thing on my light.
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They tryin¡¯ to steal my moves, they tryin¡¯ to down my crew,
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But watch me, I can go anything but loose.
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Mister walstreet, that¡¯s me, with your daughter beat, that¡¯s me,
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She had told her friends I¡¯m going in and they begging me to come see
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I told daddy girl that¡¯s cool, ship the words and come too
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But before you wait, shall dancing, tell your girl to tell you my rules.
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Leave your shoes at the door, close at the door,
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Phones on the table, put your knees on the floor,
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I¡¯m the captain of the ship, I¡¯m trying that with you on board,
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Do ¡®em like the way I¡¯m cruising, stay your ass at the shore,
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Or go and drop it low, say no problem she would go,
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But before she bust it up she just wanna see some dope.
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See how much I¡¯ve got it, though, say ain¡¯t enough and I get some more,
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What you grabbin¡¯ on me for? What you want is on the floor,
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Imma end this cryin¡¯ nigger, money bought in the sinner,
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Got my black eye in the window, I¡¯m a jew, I like the symbol,
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Hold money for the snow, got it freezin¡¯ in this bitch,
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You know me, I¡¯m a pro, I¡¯ll be skiing through that shit.
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I¡¯m at my point, well in my zone,
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The money calling, it¡¯s on my phone.
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My girl on the other line, mad I ain¡¯t home,
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We in this bitch to burn in down, turn your sirens on.
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These rims, I don¡¯t like, these things ain¡¯t my type,
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They know me in my city, I have a thing on my light.
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They tryin¡¯ to steal my moves, they tryin¡¯ to down my crew,
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But watch me, I can go anything but loose.
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Loose is one thing that I can¡¯t do, fuckin¡¯ thankful,
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I¡¯m trying to real this music hustle, fuckin¡¯ bamboos.
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It¡¯s short feus for impostors,
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Careful provide a medium for watchers, basic you, that¡¯s not us.
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Niggers acting like they have, want it, fuck it, I pay cash,
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Think imma let you play me, you beggin¡¯, you better break fast.
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I put these things in your ass, put it through hokey, Chicago,
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Leave me, don¡¯t slap, if you¡¯re sampling, nigger, drop me, listen.
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The difference between this big dog and this sniffs-sews,
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This pup¡¯s just tryin¡¯ to rap, I¡¯m spinning and it hits, too.
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Check out the wind, I¡¯ll be riding the verse,
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To drop all these turds and have these niggers chocking on my words.
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I¡¯m fuckin¡¯ performin the hymn, it ain¡¯t a track, I was on
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To have a watch on, ¡®cause all my verses are timeless,
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SSD for life written deavon around t |