(Intro)
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G-G-G-G-G-G G-Uniiit
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(Verse)
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80 big product of the arrow with the stem
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I'm on record, don't need no rep from no rapper ?
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I'm on these white line shit
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Truth back on em when don't got it
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Flick back with yem, billie spot
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You had against, two summers, a pack of friends
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Winnin', you neva lost, dumb nigga, you lost within
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COrny niggas shakin' and they slims on live radio
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Kill em on my lonely tony 45 rabies show
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The four feet Louie sneaks with the navy ?
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Phone touched for three weeks, guess it made my lady cold
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I'm kickin' bitches out with style
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Neva talkin' pillows, keep my business out the crowd
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Till I'm out of pitch and hit the striptease with a towel on
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Like pow, check out my playa lifestyle
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And tho I hit record, I'm hittin' gotta say it twice now(?)
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I hit the ink and drop it down, you here to drop my lights down
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Ain't nobody seein' me, all I see is opportunity
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Pain power and pastures, pourin' at me like ?
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Aye, yo, you don't want the glory? Flurry in my community
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Flyin' border you saw me, flown with all of my jewelry
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Callin' me usually, 40 go to the family, yo
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There's somethin' in the water, goons will kill you for a camiyo
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With the money go to can nigga
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Understand me tho, bunch of models, tho
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(Verse 2)
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I'm in the club, got these killa niggas with me
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I need 50... bottles, 50 models is sick as sticky
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Southside in the club with me
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And my nigga KK got the twin 50.s
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And the S5-50, the 20-14, been a drug dealer since the age of 14(?)
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Flee the team, came ? from Beantown
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I got the beam on the strap when I swing round
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DaVinci down, my belt H-Town
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Hermed shit, hold the tray down
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I used to move work on a greyhound
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In an Amtrak, my mule ass fat
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62 all up in the ass crack
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I flipped that, then I call my connect back
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My baby gotta eat, I need Similac
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Make a movie with the pryex, Cinemax
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(Verse 3)
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Fuck what I been through, yeah I'm goin' through it, no-one do it betta tho
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And everything in my past I had to let it go
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But my arrest raise up until my essays
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Let's just say, my nigga, my death pay
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That's one stage and one mic
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But the money still green and the bricks white
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Check in, muthafuckas, while I take flight
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I neva seen enough money make right
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No manager, been managing my own
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Callin' my phone and the damage is gone
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This shit crazy, too late cuz the camera's on
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This shit amazing, rappers get the stammering on
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You get the line? Talkin' bout the shells that they buyin'
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And the jets that they flyin', ye ain't neva got a dime like me
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The East side is where you need to be, cuz the outside ain't you and the partner we see(?)
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(Verse 4: Kid Kid)
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Starrin' at the haters, Rim Van Laser
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Betta off cuttin' in here if you tryna fade it
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All kind of gators, flavors anihilator
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Yo girl on the knot, make a million later
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Live like dawg, live my life like taker
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Ain't no tellin' where this life will take us
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The ? fully couldn't take us
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When you reach yo belt be a pistol not a taser
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Do the hard not, 12 gear was a major
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?
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Yo fuck lovin', I'mma stay
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Put a lil cheese on the trail for the rats
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Put G's on the map for the Zan
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Hop off, food back to the pack
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Have you straight and a couple niggas out like nap
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With the fake shit comin' out they mouth like that
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Straight from the trap, the LA Leakers
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Lookin' for you when your were LA features
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Mike Chosekin for LA Feature
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My way defeat the LA reaper
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(Verse 5)
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Place yo bitch and die
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Snakes still surroundin' yo grave
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Ghost town, and girls not even down with you when you payed
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I'm good to make it, any doubt and ?
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Trap the animal with the power to lift the cage
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Remind me of the time I had the GT
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BP, how I gases them hoes is rather easy
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Sleazy, mind so vivid, rest with the leasy
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Open up a cage of this horrible, creepy
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? straight suit, whippin' through great groups
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I'mma be by my word, live by the same truth
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We findin' V V's for yo blinds, veeter woodage
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I done hit 3000 times
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Am I wrong?
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(Verse 6)
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Pump Pump (Freestyle)
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G-Unit |