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Every re-up, I'm building, another level up
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Wanna live life as a pilgrim, I'm not a settler
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Shipments full of birds, to my hood I'm Columbus
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With Cristal, Chris Wallace, and Chris Dudus
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Gangsta rap, ceramic pack, you pay me I dap
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You play me I clap, I'm just statin' the facts
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I wanna be a millionaire so freakin' bad
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Half way off crack, really did it the most
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Never did it to boast, sittin' amongst the gross
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Pitchin' and gettin' toast
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Countin' and makin' jokes, about hatin' niggas that's broke
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I would kill 'em but me makin' a killin's killin' 'em slow
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Dat! New car like a shot to the head. Pop!
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My new bitch like a push off the ledge
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New songs, flex bombs, niggas fed
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When I do this million dollar deal niggas gon' be dead!
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I'm livin' takin' pictures with the Kool Aid smile
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A flashy dope dealer, yeah you know my style
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Had no hope nigga, I came up real wild
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Most of my friends are killers, some of them blew trial
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See you in fifteen with good behavior
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I don't make it doin' rap, I'mma be yo neighbor
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Fo' now I be that nigga, New York savior
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Save your breath debaters and bet your wages, powder!
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Motherfuckers!
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2014 XXL Freshmen Freestyle
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| Troy Ave |
