I’m so into you, fallin on to you
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I’m so into you, I am
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Another day in the ghetto
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God bless the day I’m still pushing in the trap
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Smoking purp to the head
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I lost another nigga and a family member
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Damn, down goes another one, timber
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I lost my daddy, bounce back like simbers
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Hard for these niggas to stop a real nigga
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Whole family eating, guess who bringing in the dinner
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Money on my agenda, feds on the phone line
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She keep my bundle in the jeans, I’m so dary on
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Once you take care of the hood, you can carry on
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Barely grown but the hustle well known
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My nigga, I’m from where the birds flown
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Hoes zipping my drawers right in front of the store
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Pocket full of loaf make these bitches all go
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I’m in the distributing my nigga, I move snow
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We in the distributing my nigga, we move snow
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Hoes zipping my drawers right in front of the store
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I put these naggies to work when I see po pow
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You in second your money what you grinding for, for
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You in second your money what you grinding for
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It ain’t what you make it’s what you put up
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Still flipping I ain’t talking bout gymnastics
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Spending my cop money on cd graphics
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I’m from the home of cry, I tell you bout traffic
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I tried to take a nap but the phone still smacking
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Tell them I need help they say I’m over reacting
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But my clientele massive, so a nigga know they watching
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On the other hand, bitch niggas is talking to the coppers
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Rip mufasa, Gregory smith
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Before I knock a nigga down, give them Italian kiss
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Forgive me for my sins, I just wanted to be rich
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Just a starter in the game, never ride in the benz
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Slide up with a clip nigga long as a trench coat
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That’s how you rock when your coke come on a go bo
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Bubble over top like a root beer flow
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When the feds kick in the door
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Man that’s all she wrote
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When the feds kick in the door
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Man that’s all she wrote
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[Hook x2]
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Hoes zipping my drawers right in front of the store
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I put these naggies to work when I see po pow
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You in second your money what you grinding for, for
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You in second your money what you grinding for
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It ain’t what you make it’s what you put up
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Little black I keep it real
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Like boosie nigga blood treal
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Touch 50000 of a white bitch in high heels
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Blew 30000 in a week to see how it feel
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Rock 10000 nigga, way before I had a deal
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Me and Rape Up, and doing numbers up in Hollywood
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Lost a few bands, but the little nigga doing good
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Trap 6 zips last week when I was in the hood
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Bought back 8 straight drop so it bounce good
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Remix, had to double back to the black fence
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Pepper in my pocket just in case I got a whack shit
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Corn ball clown ass niggas get the stainless
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Or mamas I’m in here where I’m aiming
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Banging, live [?] big body ride, I’m a big dog
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The bitch ain’t …until it get lost, get lost
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Asap, scratch off fast bitch I do it hooving
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If she ain’t choosing then the bitch loosing
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[Hook x2]
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Hoes zipping my drawers right in front of the store
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I put these naggies to work when I see po pow
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You in second your money what you grinding for, for
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You in second your money what you grinding for
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It ain’t what you make it’s what you put up.
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Corner Sto
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| J. Stalin |
