This trap hard, it's on fire
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Beat around nigga like a busy bee player
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I won my hood, no marathon
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Took out for a minute, now I'm back on
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Them base bigger, my dreads longer
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My niggas realer, my weed stronger
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Smoking that pack, that body builder
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Money talks, I don't fuck with you
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You can't dress, you ain't got swag
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You a walking label, you a signed artist
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Got my own label, fuck these niggas
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With their middle finger, I'mma die reaching
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I'm a gang banger so it's fuck what critics say
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I'm talking money, I keep wanting K
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Don't make me transform to my old ways
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Keep black diamonds on me like OJ
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I'm turnt up of no drugs
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You turned down, you get no love
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Love is in the G so I'm in the crowd
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Acting wild, they all know I go hard
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Bitch, I'm death the child
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One phone call to them killers, at you
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That is speed dial
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I was visiting at the same time Joey beat his murder trial
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RIP to Call, that's a fallen soldier
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Still collecting opinions, I'm a humble nigga
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Never joined forces, make my own way
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I keep K, no birthday, fuck her all day
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Competition, I eliminate
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Follow street laws, don't litigate
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I delegate, you follow
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I own my own shit, you borrow
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Last nigga try to rob me got shot
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Never seen before a half a mil', that's real shit
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Big Homie Flock Squad
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