(Intro)
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Cause they still talkin' yayo
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And bout bricks, lil niggas ain't dreamin' out
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A-yayo, I ain't talkin' yayo
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But I'm highly fade, but I think like Pac
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Did this with Plato
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At my angle, platinum will be my single
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Back up and keep it just rap
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Prrrap-dap, let that thing go
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(Verse)
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Sat with di lame niggas, with no game, nigga
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They not dope
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All this shit about whips, nigga
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And no chain, nigga, the Django
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Please say it ain't so
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Teeth where it might go
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Speak to them about the time and all
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But neva mind, the lesson's all gold
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Hmm, wait...yayo
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What y'all know about yayo?
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What y'all know about collect calls
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From your best dog from a pay phone
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Like brrr, hello? He said jo my cell cold
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And that's when things finna heat up
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When he heard the c-ma can't keep her legs closed
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Wait, that yayo
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Still sayn what a sucka been afraid to
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I ain't sayn I'm a nigga with a halo
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But another game nigga bangin' with a pencil
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All ye nigga came from the trap now, huh?
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All ye nigga carryin' a mac now, huh?
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From around this side, when I let two out
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Why'd you go look for a diver, get a pack down, huh
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Coulda been a nigga with a cap yung good
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Flap good grades, niggas have good luck
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Stop playn ball nigga like owed sumth
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In the rat, gat-ga, rat turnt up
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In the rap crack to win the nine know hood
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Linked apartment, niggas have that load
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If it's Moco where them stones go
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And I was closed up until I had that luck
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Hmm, manic yayo, where can I find some you know?
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Cause mama don't got no pessos on my class
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Her son got new phones
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And new J's, and Air-Mikes
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I'm in the same thing, I'mma wear that
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Till the coke rots and yo clothes rot
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Shoulda get a lot, niggas weared out
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(Hook)
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YAYO
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Yayo
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