(Intro)
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Come on, come on, come on hah!
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It¡¯s some New Orleans, H Town shit right here
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I¡¯m coming down, I¡¯m coming down
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You hearin? I¡¯m coming down
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My nigga Trae Tha Truth, he the truth
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Halla at me
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(Verse)
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Who the fuck say the south ain¡¯t got no lyricist bitch
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I¡¯m first on your ass, you can tell by the way that I play with this verse
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Can show you bitches who trash, them so lame mean
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I never be less than this
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Nigga I been paying dues, I¡¯ve been in these streets
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But I regrouped, picked up my pen and pad
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Cause that work bring too much shit
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I gave up a running ghetto where they blew up bread
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More liquor take off half your head
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Now learn that fuckin with cheese on the pocket
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I know it¡¯s real cause they ass is dead
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That¡¯s why they don¡¯t look trash
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The truth I fuck with the block like I fuck with the booth
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I¡¯m sick with it
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Take a walk outside and you can get a good look
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How I fucked up the crew Cadillac
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Nigga ass so don¡¯t know how to act
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Talk to the booth to the beam of the back
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Tryina watch out for these haters, it¡¯s never good
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But they guessin the stakes
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These kids don¡¯t know bout nothing
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I¡¯m 25 and dem the auntie
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And I learned how to keep my mouth closed
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Roach motherfucker never know me
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So me, if you really wanna be about it
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Fuck up and your people gonn read about it
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This shit I¡¯m all for real,
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90% of these niggas they bout it
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Really I doubt it, so motherfucker know my name
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Watch them Maine
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Just know we could peek it, it might just leave a stain
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(Verse)
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Chyeah, yea this still Young Maine for president
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I¡¯d still repaint the White House black if it was my residence
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I remember back when I couldn¡¯t even count bars
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Now I¡¯m looking in the garage, I¡¯m counting cars
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Switching whips, got these niggas with the screw faces
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I travel every day, I¡¯m waking up in new places
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I¡¯m tellin niggas on top, pass the patron
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Got brasilian bitches loving me in Boca Raton
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See I¡¯m a real nigga, I still keep a tommy on my side nigga
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Minus the hale figure yea
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I¡¯ve been a g since my younger days
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Kept a cold heart, in the midst of the summer days
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Now listen, you¡¯ll prolly catch me with Weezy
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Dizzy, a hot spitter
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You fucking with us should end up in a hospital
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And I see you, yap see I see you
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See real recognize real and I don¡¯t see you.
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(Outro)
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Wussup Alexis? Ridin like a Lexus
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That bitch show affection, make a nigga breakfast
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Don¡¯t aks no questions, save your suggestions
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Let¡¯s hit the highway ahead over the Texas
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¡®Cause they got them things for the low
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I heard them boys got them things for the loo
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I heard them boys got them things for the loo
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Storm of the South
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Mack Maine |