[Hook]
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On the low
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What's up with you ho
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Bitches smokin dro
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Bet you know
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Bust like forty four
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When I spit that flow cause we go hard
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Like that shit they hustle on the boulevard
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Fuck your broad
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Bitch I bet I could
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Bitch I bet I would
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Lemme get it
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Lemme get it
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Lemme get it right now
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That's the shit I've been on
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R A double T P A C K
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You know we shit on
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Anybody in the way all day
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I'm livin my life boy you know to the fullest
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These women, they love us, they push us and pull us
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Just me and my team takin shots without bullets
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Gettin this money, you know we don't bullshit
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People they love it, they know the name
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I got a little change, but I'm still the same
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So break it down
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Break it down
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The shit I'm rockin, they don't make it now
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I've got haters and they talk shit
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But that's okay, I've got real shit
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That's heartfelt, make you feel shit
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But right now it's time for that trill shit
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Killers and murderers
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Dealers and burglars
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Round my way, they never heard of you
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From that West Deer Park
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Where they kill after dark but that never occur to you
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Been broke, dirt broke
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While my brothers was hustlin pushin that coke
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That's the life of a G, but it wasn't for me
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And for real, that's the reason I wrote
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[Hook]
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On the low
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What's up with you ho
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Bitches smokin dro
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Bet you know
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Bust like forty four
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When I spit that flow cause we go hard
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Like that shit they hustle on the boulevard
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Fuck your broad
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Bitch I bet I could
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Bitch I bet I would
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On the low
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I be so high
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Touchin the sky
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I got a wood, so fuck the world
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Until I die
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If you ain't know
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It's Kid Ink baby
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Representin Alumni
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Off three shots but, you ain't hear the gun cock
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Fat ass blunt nigga, yours looks sun dried
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What it do, I'm on two
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Tell em straight up, no juice
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Never goin' back to the broke old days
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But I've got a room full of retro J's
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Never seen these, look back at it
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I see your bank and I laugh at it
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Blowin kush up, like an air mattress
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One hit will leave a nigga asthmatic
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And we goin up
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Ain't nobody sober
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Know that molly, uncut
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Eighteen and over
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Got three chains, two girls
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Hangin over my shoulders
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Give it up in one motion
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Know that money is the motive
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[Hook]
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On the low
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What's up with you ho
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Bitches smokin dro
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Bet you know
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Bust like forty four
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When I spit that flow cause we go hard
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Like that shit they hustle on the boulevard
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Fuck your broad
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Bitch I bet I could
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Bitch I bet I would
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My time
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My time is now
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I cannot wait
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They say that love, it comes with hate
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When I made it out the streets
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I when that love it turned to hate
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I didn't turn up, I turned away
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The time is short, no time to waste
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All these niggas up in my face, they ain't my friends
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All these niggas up in my face, they ain't my friends
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I've got fam servin fiends
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And fiends I call my fam
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If you wanna keep your bitch
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Then make sure she don't cross my path
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Cause if she do, she see my shoes
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She peep my swag, she get online
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Check my background
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Bitch you seen that cash
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My only motto about that money is get more
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My only motto about that money is get more
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[Hook] x 2
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On the low
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What's up with you ho
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Bitches smokin dro
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Bet you know
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Bust like forty four
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When I spit that flow cause we go hard
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Like that shit they hustle on the boulevard
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Fuck your broad
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Bitch I bet I could
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Bitch I bet I would.
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On The Low
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| Logic |
