Keep hustling, don't stay down
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Keep serving nigs till you wear the fucking crown
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On my side of town he rose down
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Shot with you 3 times and rub your ass the 4th
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Pack in, so the young niggas workin
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Pulled up on your block in the maybach with boss curtains
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Never could be broke with a loaded pistol
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Stay down in the trap till the laws get you
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Ah, hey shout out to the real niggas
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Hoe is showing my jewelry, fans snappin pictures
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I got money I got guns and I'm bout to issue
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May the lord be with you when the fuckin hollows hit you
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Clayton county, clayton county
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Blood on my hands, I done got my hands dirty
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Niggas went to playing girls, so we went to murkin
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Gun fights, porch tries
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No witnesses, so they had to throw it all
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To the death of me, I'ma be a living legend
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Rich crest king nigga, you a fuckin peasant
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Wise guy, I got mob ties
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Feds follow me around, I lie a mob life
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I give a order, niggas getting wet
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Pull up on the set, my young niggas got that set
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I supply the town nigga when I come around
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Me and waka flocka, we gonn gun you down!
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I was born in a cellie full of drug dealers
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Started sellin dope as a young nigga
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I make a hustle you ain't never seen nigga
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You just smoking reggie and I smoke og nigga
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On everything I love I put you on your feet nigga
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I don't need a bitch to free band sleep with me
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And everything I got, I got it out the jug miss
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Do what the fuck I wanna do cause I'm a boss nigga
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And every 3rd time I serve you, take you off nigga
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Bricksquad monopoly, shake the dice nigga
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Parking mob place, we gonn do you right nigga
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Young scooter, flock flame on sight nigga!
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Short Fuse
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| Waka Flocka Flame |
