(Verse)
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Mighty Mohamed, son of Osama
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Son of a bitch
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One time for my mama
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Tats on my back, tats on my face
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I¡¯m a don, can you relate?
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It¡¯s never too late
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Maybach whip you lay
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Never would say
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Bang bang with the saints
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Know I¡¯m a sinner, now give me my sentence
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Labeled a hustla, look at my Benz
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One time for Black, one time for Nut
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One time for Gucci, one time for Kano
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One time for Dizzle
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This my realest
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One time for Trav and all the drug dealers
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(Hook)
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Murda, a muthafuckin murda
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No, you didn¡¯t see it but I know you fuckin heard it
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Blood on the counter, damn I miss my dawg
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I¡¯m just thinkin bout his daughter, in another life he ballin
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(Verse)
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Is this a drug dealer¡¯s dream
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Cus all I ever see is dimes on disease
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Mansion on the water, home in the hills
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Let the fed tell it, it really isn¡¯t his
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Photograph our endeavors, plottin potential setups
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See the extra promotion
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Tax charges, etcetera
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Confiscated the whips, concentratin on flips
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Contemplatin a trip, congregatin for bricks
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Lord know I¡¯m a sinner
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Be more than the winter
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Ignited the trash to make you a killer
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Lord forgive these bitches
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Getting they money strippin
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Chasin this fast money, next time we do it different
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Shout out to KOD, shout out to Onyx
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Shout out to MMG, know we the hottest
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Yea, yea
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Yea
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(Hook)
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Murda, a muthafuckin murda
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No, you didn¡¯t see it but I know you fuckin heard it
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Blood on the counter, damn I miss my dawg
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I¡¯m just thinkin bout his daughter, in another life he ballin
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(Verse)
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Aggravated work, this distracted all of my foes
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Wannabe friends, we just takin control
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Get vision the clearest, I get shooters on clearance
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Better fit in a Lambo but did it for the appearance
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I see the rich go to jail
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He put Wi Fi in his cell
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Middle of the night, my niggas wanna Skype
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I just count money for him, next just get him high
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They say it¡¯s hard to smile with a double life
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In the middle of the night with a bloody knife
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Lord give em a chance, every man should be free
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He wanted him a degree but got him a key
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Open that door, just hopin for more
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They gave him a bar, I gave him a Porsche
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I gave him a name, I gave him a shot
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I gave him the game, I gave him a block
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Smoking on that gas, I be thinkin too fast
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Drug dealers¡¯ dream, now I just this cash
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Boy tatted on my neck
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A real nigga, boy I never write a check
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Drug Dealer's Dream
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Rick Ross |