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[Hook: x2] |
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On the low |
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What's up with you ho |
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*****es 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 *******t they hustle on the boulevard |
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***** your broad |
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***** I bet I could |
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***** I bet I would |
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[Verse 1: Logic] |
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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 *******t I've been on |
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R A double T P A C K |
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You know we *******t 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 bull*******t |
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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 *******t I'm rockin, they don't make it now |
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I've got haters and they talk *******t |
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But that's okay, I've got real *******t |
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That's heartfelt, make you feel *******t |
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But right now it's time for that trill *******t |
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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' pu*******n' 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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[Verse 2: Kid Ink] |
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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 ***** 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 **** |
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Fat ass blunt *****, 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 ***** 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 |
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Three chains |
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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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[Verse 3: Trinidad James] |
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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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And then 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 *****s up in my face, they ain't my friends |
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All these *****s 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 ***** |
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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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***** 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] |