(Hook)
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Have you ever seen a hundred grand?
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Scruffed in a duffle bag?
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Have you ever seen coke, nigga?
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Or look down at Teresa, seen the falls, nigga?
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We cut from a different cloth
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We cut from a different cloth
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Why'd a nigga get lost?
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There's no comparison,
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We cut from a different cloth
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(Verse)
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We cut from a different cloth
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Stones all in my big face
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Shining all in your bitch face
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Stop making today my sick day
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Everyday my rich day
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You niggas squirrel like a big shape(?)
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Never seen no brick, though
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Never had no crack spot, but you
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Rap about that shit, though
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Sit down on my patio
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With a slim chick and a fattie, though
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Reminisce of the old days, when I hear rock
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In my old chains
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Had a doze spat before a mustache
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When I had a Coupe, you had a bus pass
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I stood back while you cut grass
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Teen mate away, I fuck fast
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At a hotel with no bitch, though
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Just a lot of work and my pistols
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My cuz, though, tryna get flow
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After this, though, I'mma get low
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Serving killers all in the trenches
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Ride up at the club, jumping out the Benz
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I was in the game when you was riding bitches
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Right then came to my car
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Get away from my padded green
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Used to fit, but fat done means(?)
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My Benz is clean, that's real, mate,
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With that amphetamine
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Have these boys to sell the thing
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Unless you come to sell a dream
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We do it here, we lost niggas
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Can't fuck with us
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Our cloth different!
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(Hook)
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(Verse)
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I don't play games, don't incite me!
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Yeah, you rap and get cash, but you ain't like me
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And we made 100 on set and runs
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Came humble, seven guns
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Luke already has six, nigga
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All we drop is classics
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You tripping, girl, you fucking with the hell, bitch!
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Double rock, ask around, clean up that mill shit
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Balls to the day, pretty smithy and the fence
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That light is going red, he's got a black ass, go to jail
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I shoot up them dumb asses, I be on that real shit
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First, a person, (???)
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...
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So calm down, got a deal with them choppers, ease up hundred rounds
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And if I got 'em going 'gain I sort of want them heard me
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My man, Gatti a gangsta, show out to Betti,
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You know where my niggas front
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Don't approach where we hunt
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You don't do the shit that I do, ballet ain't fucking cool!
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Cut From A Different Cloth
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Doughboyz Cashout |