Feat. Pusha T
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(Verse)
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Dope boy swag to the maximum
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Fact: dealing yay for the pay
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With the strap on
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Money ain't a thang than a quick mean
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Nigga, murder ain't a thang
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But a quick reach
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BK nigga, and I been wassup
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Word to my mother, I don't give a fuck
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Like a fronting hoe, I ain't fronting, though
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I ain't gotta make the call
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I just dump and go
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Fast lane, looking shit,
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I'm in the streets
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And you can feel that
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When I get a beat
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Detailed rep,
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You can see my sheet
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I've been told that
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Since I had the peach
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Firstly, thug shit
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New York city drug house
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Drug shit
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Countable. That's what the fuck
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I'm representing
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Thirty cash with the floss
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What the fuck am I repenting, nigga?!
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(Pre-Hook)
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Yeah, I'm selling brownies for the getaway
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BSB, in the hood, need a medal, slick
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I'm all good with heavy bling
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Nigggas pro'ly putting holes into er'thang
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(Hook)
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Everything
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Everything
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My niggas putting holes into
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Everything
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(Prraaaa)
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Everything
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Everything
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(Verse)
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Niggas who ain't selling no records look defeated
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No shades on, and the club close repeated
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Old tool, I told you, I ain't need it
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Billie Jean step on the square, told you to beat it
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Bricks in my backpack, scale and a black Mac
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Niggas don't talk on the phone
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They just top that(?)
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Unwrap roll, Icitall mix(?)
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Once you shrink rap
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Mummify bricks
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Hundred thousand dolla car, minimums
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And the candy colored coat like an M&M
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Came with the bleached blonde, bitch,
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You love Emin3m
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And it tan on the skin like a Timbaland
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Er'thing, nigga, I got everything
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Money, cash, bitches, I got everything
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Niggas talking like they heavy sling
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We get it straight from the Metal Inn
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(Pre-Hook)
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(Hook)
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Everything
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Troy Ave |