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Intro 1
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Verse 1
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Listen, i came
in the game feet first
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Hit the ground runnin,
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a hustler til i meet dirt
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Gotta be consumption i'm pumpin,
the people need work
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Love the niggas frontin i came
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from nothin and seen worse
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The long- armed khalifa
reachin with each verse
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I got that food for your thought,
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plus what the streets thirst
And you can ask around
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the haters'll know,
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I'm tame with the flow,
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i'm sorta like the jaeger and blow
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I see the dream like a martin luther,
I preach to the constitution in peace,
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But violate it, get that ass an nihilated
I'm on the grind,
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money is time so why waste it
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And everything but my piss clean,
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i'm high maintenance
You niggas are weak,
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sweet like one of them now- and- laters
The canon blast your candy ass
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if you try and hate it,
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I made it, cause i stayed a couple
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steps ahead of y'all and
A hundred percent,
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since benji got the bread involved i'm,
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Lovin this shit, come fuck with the prince,
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I'm leavin heads hollowed like
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them things stuffed in the clips
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And the streets gon' remember this cat name,
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i'm beatin the rap game
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Just like nigga huggin the strip
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(why?)
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Cause that's how a hustler do,
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fall back i don't fuck with you,
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We make it happen the clappin
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know we can scrum with you
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Yeah we can take it to the heads,
give you a lump or two
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A fool is still, team bring heat like
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a oven dude
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(Chorus x2) ladies stand up,
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gentlemen stand up,
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This is pure skill,
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far from damned luck,
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You gotta make a plan to
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never give your man up
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And man up, to positively
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stand
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up
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Verse 4
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Once again the
youngest sin came to drop the hammer
How could a bystander feel
that this is not bananas?
We earn stripes,
you all hype in that propaganda,
Gats spot, you cats shot,
but not from cameras,
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Back glock, cause snap
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shots'll stop your plan up ,
Stuck in my ways,
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the haze taste like tropicana,
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Thinkin the days of way back,
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people will say that,
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The youngin was gifted sick
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when he stayed back
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Now the people listenin play back,
i got it made
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Obligated to gettin passin
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grades and blaze tracks,
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You'll be amazed at how
i make units move
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Self- made, twelfth grade,
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boy i'll take you to school
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I'm through the streets of pistolvania where
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my goonies move,
(?) can't miss these truck
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s with the rims on them
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And you can find me speedin,
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listenin to big and em,
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Fresh outta class with the weed
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tucked in my timberlands
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(Chorus x2)
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