[Verse 1: Juice]
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Gotta get this cheddar mane
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But fuck the fame
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Go deep in the game but sharks don't sink gotta focus on my cream (cream)
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And life is what you make it
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Don't count my money homie
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Riding round up with the lonely
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One for my niggas, two for the hoes
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Ain't no pussy like new pussy I'm trynna get them dro
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Funky bitches, they trynna burn you up like napalm
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Exploding, open my eyes then I'm ghosting
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Don't think, baby just don't think
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Take it all in, for Christ's sake
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Sour on the hour every hour after hour
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Power power to my sistahs and my niggas doing digits
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Soon we'll overpower
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Come together devour
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We shower the media
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Drug paraphernalia
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Craft is mathematical
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Shrooms stomach compatible
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Rational radical blastin' the masses, the powerful
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So don't blame we if you tryin' to do drugs
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So don't blame we if your shit's a fuckin' bust
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Muddy waters, black timbs I breach borders
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Servin' quarters, crooked cops federal orders
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Extortion, niggas get lost, paid the fortune
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I'm wicked as awesome, I'm really the source
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Them niggas is frauds I see it often
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How you a boss with a pink tie on?
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I know niggas that would eat you for your dub and your sneakers
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Bang bang, chopper hit, sing it like Aretha
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New school nigga with an old school flow
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Getting show money, flip that shit like a ho
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Getting drug money, probably get ya for your o's
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And life is hard, when you think about the ?
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Past situations got your heart feeling cold
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Better off dead, dead before dishonor
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Death ain't nothin' but a heart beat away
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Steez is gone, now let's pray
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That's forty-seven hundred niggas waitin' for the day
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Minephuck
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