Life, uh!
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Sharper than my nephew's edge up
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Bitches tryna be under the don so they step up
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Apply to ride with yo highness
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Only the best of the bunch pick of the litter
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The prize pop grew to be a big dog
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This ain't new to me
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Seen it through my homies eyes true OGs
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Now I ride them pretty cars down gruesome streets
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Dead partners in my ear reminding me
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What these jealous niggers will do to me
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So I can never sleep
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Light power nap
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Three hour flight, collect them stacks
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We keep it moving we, can't stop, brake lines pop
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Headlines made front page
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I rock sweatpants on any occa baby why not
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Make a bop out of your lady
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The silencer from a potato
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OG Bobby Johnson now I live like ox son
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Big ass house son, weed in the bowl
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I'm on the couch son with my homeboy in route, son
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So assassination attempts will
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Yield a different outcome
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I don't even really be 'bout none
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But my brothers watching son, so watch it son
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They say wake up and smell the Folgers
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But I'm from the hood
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When I wake up I smell yola
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Now my girl want me back
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Bitch I tried to told you
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That one day I get this dough
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But she thought that I was bogus
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Said I'm acting funny
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Since she get the cold shoulder
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Like I don't know her
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Shit a grown man, I'm no doja
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They label me a for nick totter,
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a marijuana smoker
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Who hardly ever sober
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I stay higher up, loaded
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Uh, let's get this money
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That's what my uncle taught me, yeah
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I stand for something
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I wear your guts in glory yeah
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And I'm no baby boy
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Roddy no Jody
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I got real nigga status fool
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I bet yo lady know me
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I'm killing these cowards
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Tell'em haters die slowly
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They hate to see me up
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And see me ball like ...
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They'd rather see me injured
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On the side like Kobe
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But it's crunch time
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I gotta get mine
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Them pussies owe me nigger
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Amongst the thunder and clouds
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We breaks it down
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Moving in silence
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Though our action speaks loud
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They try to xerox the flows
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We switch our style
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Amongst the thunder and clouds
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We breaks it down
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Moving in silence
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Though our action speaks loud
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They try to xerox the flows
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We switch our style
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Amongst the thunder and clouds
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We breaks it down
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Moving in silence
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Though our action speaks loud
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They try to xerox the flows
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We switch our style
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Amongst the thunder and clouds
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We breaks it down
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Moving in silence
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Though our action speaks loud
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They try to xerox the flows
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We switch our style
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The War On Drugs
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