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We knock this right out
We gon' skate to one song and one only nigga!

Yeah!

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Fuckin' "Condom Style"? "Get jig on"?
You a nigga, put a wig on
Nigga I be goin H.A.M. till the pig
All this ice my neck, I got a fridge on!
Cass, put 'em in a body bag
Broke nigga, we should put you in a
Real nigga, all I know is get a lot of
I took you niggas spot that's why you prolly mad!
My story, all guts,
Posted on the corner, Glock .40 on me
20 on me, me and my army
Feelin' like none of y'all can harm me
I came from the where they never make it at
With all my jewels on they ain't never that
Theres rules to the game I ain't never that
And once you a statement, nigga, you can never take it back
You lame part of the game, pardon the fame.
I got 30 in my clip I can park in frame
Plus Rollie on my wrist cost some cars and change
We talking bike life, to put a park in my name
Just to ride on you niggas, or on you niggas
G550 we glide on you niggas like
Clyde on you niggas, homicide on you
I ain't had no rap, had no ties to you niggas, so
Why you hatin' and talkin' 'bout what I'm makin'?
When I be out in Jamaica and like I'm like a Laker
It's givers and it's takers, these is gettin faker
And I'm just richer I wake up and get my cake up!
Black Maserati, chinchillas from
Ten killers me, all lookin' like ahkis
I nights on corners with beef and broccoli
Rice and gravy, now crazy cause Phillipe's got me
All gold AP, same as Jay-Z
Ballin' like I'm KD, how can play me?
If you talkin' money nigga fuck you, pay me
Drophead the top down and the A.C.
On, drawn, fuck is y'all
I'mma you a pawn, lil nigga I'mma Don
The coke price high, it cost 40 for a
And like 20 for a lil nigga do the math
And you talkin' bout a battle rap, how you gon' handle
100 pussy nigga, you ain't got the tab for that
You ain't got the stacks for that, you the one we at
You ain't got half of that, they pump you up: attack
Bye clown, calm 'fore you make me bomb now
all these superstars like "Who Meek Milly bomb now?"
Went from driving Bentleys to going on pie pounds
You niggas need to die down, nigga: my town
I heard your car got
But this is bike life boy you got Deebo'd
Them Twitter niggas fucking with ego
You in the field tryna to God like Tebow
Naw that won't work nigga, that'll get you murked
All-black Ghost nigga, looking like a nigga
Been a dead man, so dig you out the Earth nigga
Just to your skeleton right back into the dirt nigga
What you this year? What you worth nigga?
I dropped "Dreams & Nightmares," I church nigga
I did "I'ma Boss," youngin' set the off
Man these old niggas mad at me they fallin' off!
Ha! Get hate on Cass
And we talking larceny cause they all trash
And your goons ain't witcha, they all mad
Cause you never put no food up in AR abs
My dog a body for ya, damn he didn't eat from it
Now you mad at Swizz you can't get a beat from him
Once my niggas coming at you dog, we gon' comin'
We ain't no Forest Gump nigga, better runnin'
D.C. nigga, you P.C.
While you was scared, I was eatin' nigga
Talking to Tip about how we gon' these niggas
All I know is bang, like that Chief Keef nigga
Got a matte Aston, gold rims on it
looking like it got a pair of Timbs on it
Cashmere sweater, bunch of on it
All my come with extends on it
Duck ? and hit up, tuck you lit up
Cause you looking food my youngins ready to get up
you for a verse and tell you to write some shit up
Boom, stick up, jumping all out the pick up, woah

You know you fucked up
The "hustla"
You know you fucked up
Man I ain't this shit no more with you nut ass niggas
I came in the game, I even signed a year nigga
I got more money all you hatin' ass old niggas put together
Y'all niggas do shit!
Talkin' all Philly shit
Y'all niggas ain't put no foreigns out here
All my drive foreigns!
My niggas don't even rap and drive better than you niggas
Coon copped that 'Rari , you feel sorry for these bitch ass rappers!
You can't come to no more!
And not even because of this, you was never comin' to
You been living here eight you pussy ass nigga!