| I don’t give a damn about this shit man
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| I got to mind this motherfuckin' tree
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| Bitch go pick it yourself ho
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| L-O, real bankhead
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| Made a few mils in the trap
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| I got the strap in my lap
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| I made some helluva caps
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| I put my hood on the map
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| I got whatever in food
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| Niggas ain’t fucking with us
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| Even got snow on the bluff
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| I put your ho in the dust
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| I got drugs
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| I got drugs
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| I pray to god for my enemies
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| I don’t know if god into me
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| Y’all niggas ain’t no kin to me
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| I hate to sin but it’s you or me
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| Paper towels at church
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| Ten percent not thots
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| Y’all niggas ain’t hungry
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| Y’all hoes just thirsty
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| Spend a bag on y’all hoes
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| Made it back at the bando
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| Charge up like Toronto
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| Shake the ho like a red nose
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| Niggas can’t go how I go
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| True N-A forever
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| Thirty wop for a kilo
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| He high, I’m L-O
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| Shawty crunch them numbers
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| Play with snow in the summer
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| YSL cost a bundle
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| We did kill ‘em this summer
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| And I don’t believe in karma
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| I believe in commas
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| Big dog like roof
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| West side of the jungle
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| Made a few mils in the trap
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| I got the strap in my lap
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| I made some helluva caps
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| I put my hood on the map
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| I got whatever in food
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| Niggas ain’t fucking with us
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| Even got snow on the bluff
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| I put your ho in the dust
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| I got drugs
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| I got drugs
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| I put my hood on the map
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| We finna fuck up the globe
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| I got to stick to the code
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| The rest of these nigga gon' fold
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| You know that shit gon' get back to me
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| They want it real, so they gonna ask for me
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| When I went broke, they turned their back on me
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| How you my folks and you used to laugh at me?
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| I used to look up to them, remember?
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| Now I got more money than them niggas
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| My kitchen filled with pots and blenders
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| The rest of these niggas is still pretenders
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| None of these rappers done go to your funeral
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| I think they forgot what you used to do for them
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| Remember them shots, we used to shoot for them
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| You popped a lot, but you used to root for them
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| You had them shaking that laffy taffy
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| You used to make all them niggas happy
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| You was the man before you started rapping
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| You made all of your kids proud of their daddy
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| We done it all and made us a don
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| We the ones didn’t forget where we from
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| Ocean Drive, you know it’s still alive
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| Long live forever, don’t ever die
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| Made a few mils in the trap
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| I got the strap in my lap
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| I made some helluva caps
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| I put my hood on the map
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| I got whatever in food
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| Niggas ain’t fucking with us
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| Even got snow on the bluff
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| I put your ho in the dust
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| I got drugs
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| I got drugs |