[Lil' Flip]
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Lord have mercy Jesus Christ
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I know I'm doin' wrong but I'm tryna do right
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I hustle day to day and night to night
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Cause I'm tryna get paid awright
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Y'all don't know about my rap wars
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Alotta rappers use my name
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Just so they can have the stores off the chain
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But ain't nobody feelin' that shit
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You on ya fifth tape nigga where's ya hit
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No skits on my shit I got shit that's heated
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Everytime I do shit you know shit be complete
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It ain't no half steppin' my name ain't Daddy Kane
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But I'ma hop out the Jag wid a big daddy chain
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Iced out yellow rocks in the middle
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Colourful rainbows is lookin' like skittles
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I scratch and I scribble in my notepad when I'm feelin' mad
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Cause now I'm doin' good I used to be doin' bad
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I used to have go half on my lunch money
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Now I got a money machine that help me count my money
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I'm ballin' for real, platinum all in my grill
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We turned 'em down but they still callin' for real
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[Will Lean]
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Yeh, say, I don't need your money
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On the block niggas still got weed and money
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Stash pot, sold bricks ducked in a car
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In the kitchen I'm still touchin' it raw
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On the highway I'm still buckin' the law
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Fuck that I'll never be duckin' the law
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I'm takin' shots ain't goin' back to jail
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I'm a pimp, I can't be trapped in a cell
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I'm eatin' shrimp, but I'm still makin' this mil
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From H-Town, straight to A-T-L
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We gettin' this money, we spittin' this money
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And if you run up wrong then we splittin' these dummies
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I'm takin' shots, a nigga goin' all out
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And if I hit ya house I'm takin' a fuckin' wall out
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You better back back, you better back up
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Before I make this fuckin' mack act up
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And take ya dome out, nigga
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I'm comin' wid the chrome boss, trigga
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I'm from the town where niggas make ya lay it down
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Come up, and rob ya for ya ki's and pounds
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Last real niggas alive
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Clover G's, you ain't fuckin wid me
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Real Nigga
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Lil' Flip |