Uh,
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Take a look around ain't nothing brand new
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But the brand ain't clothes and a couple tattoos
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City going nuts like a f*cking cashew,
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I'm the man in the city, don't get it confused
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Like every day, west side dues, never hood too .. what size these shoes?
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Green in my eyes, red fire in my lungs,
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these diamonds blue don't hold your time
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you can touch this dick, got an issue hit her
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shots fire, crystal spit up before your name, do you remember?
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and what it's gonna say when I do you nigga
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I don't hold no grass, just hold my nuts,
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Made should have gained but I only in ..
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I don't f*ck, all she say I don't hold no fuck
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All she say nigga, hoe don't fuck,
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Middle fingers stat to the world on it,
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Might jump but a nigga can't build my legs,
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I'm high on the moon try my flag, but a team got a dream but our ace slug yeah
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All you niggas wrote bugs, got a fat ass blunt I'ma wrote mugs
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I don't need no coke I, gone for the wind it's no option
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Yeah! It's no option
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Yeah! It's no option
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Look around, it's no option!
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Yeah! Tell me what you know 'bout it
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[King Los:]
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Life work is the free road for,
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Post on nigga strong on people know
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I got the ice tea range in the beat coco,
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I say, ice TTV and coco, that's coco like cocaine nigga be slow though
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Drop the ice in the pottle we three modo,
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Know what you .. they move a lot of yey yey
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To see a girlfriend get the key low low
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I might have dropped that color, but I passed the case
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I get the old school scratch grand master flash,
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And took it like Chris Cross with a bag her ass
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Because you must be how with you .. ass, pollin'
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Niggas workin' word one, will they play at?
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Turn into a tuggin when I show where that kay at
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Save at, I'm willin' it the fortune, lay back
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Rain like people, but I might bring maybach, or might ..
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'cause my neck and my back acking,
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My mack and my tack for mice never faking,
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The back and I here made it, I made em take it,
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I innovated, I made em stacking ??
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I'm checking niggas my nigga who plan making take it
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Making stacking, I say they I wouldn't make it,
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Damn, what these niggas ain't learned to be foke
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I make home look good like the burn of a stuck, yeah
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Yeah! It's no option
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Yeah! It's no option
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Look around, it's no option!
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Yeah! Tell me what you know 'bout it
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Look about a hundred is a hundred could be
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'cause my whole mother*cking ghetto could be
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I'm a king so my thousand dollar sleep on the gas and the phantom
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I mean these rose petals on my feet,
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Yes Lord, yes Lord, step on it nigga, step on
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'cause that's the .. looking better .. you triggers
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Your minds roll butt pet roll, hold up!
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I said look me wallin', boogies stoppin'
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.. with your shooter pocking,
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Took your wallet, your girl seat the gig game,
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money is shit .. game on the oozy hackin
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I drop to top down, you're looking ..
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My ??? I do the wheel so leave the ass up,
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And look like I got the sheavy p**sy poppin'.
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Sitting back and my scene feel fifty,
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fee how I reach all luck down nigga look on speak
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Check your IG, the OG, look for my name and stuff inside of a switcher
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Switching lane no sign a slipper, kill a strip no sign of a serene
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Sip this straight I'm chasing my ??
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I can't lose nigga too unlikely
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Ain't no time when I lose my night
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Likely money sleep on the nice .. next to the ..
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I mean I am more than a man in the must up,
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Me and the mafia f*ck your squad drink
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Getting key laws then won't .. us,
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But your name is no option.
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Yeah! It's no option
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Yeah! It's no option
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Look around, it's no option!
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Yeah! Tell me what you know 'bout it
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Thanks to Lyricisst for correcting these lyrics
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No Option
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