| I come from the gutters from the town, um hmm
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| From where you can’t come around, um hmm
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| Trap right, it’s going down, um hmm
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| Say it with me, um hmm
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| One more time, um hmm
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| I smoke the strongest reefer I could find, um hmm
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| If she fuck me, she goin be fine, um hmm
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| I’m Michael Jackson of our time, um hmm
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| I got a gold floor in ATL, get so much shit, I told my ACL
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| Go the other way if I see twelve
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| Havin grams of my daily L
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| People feelin me, like they read Braille
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| She like me, cause I keep it real
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| I’m like Jordan, when I play on the field
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| All about my green, cause the folks that hated me, wanna see me fail
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| Sick when I spit, so I sip Activis to make me well
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| I come from the gutters from the town, um hmm
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| From where you can’t come around, um hmm
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| Trap right, it’s going down, um hmm
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| Say it with me, um hmm
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| One more time, um hmm
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| I smoke the strongest reefer I could find, um hmm
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| If she fuck me, she goin be fine, um hmm
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| I’m Michael Jackson of our time, um hmm
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| Bankrolls on deck, we get a bunch of bread
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| Play with me, he ask me, will I bust his head
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| You know it ain’t no guns in my mercedes, right
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| My AK say, you know not to play me, right
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| At all times, keep some bitches in my company
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| Got them all goin at it till the sun rise, nigga
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| Cash money stacks, and a bunch of weed
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| Got a lot of it, none for free
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| Got the cleanest jewelry, and the cleanest Whip
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| Fully automatic, with the extended clip
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| You know we still surve work, it ain’t hard to flip
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| Who the fuck you know as hard as TIP
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| You know I been goin at it for a minute
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| Ridin through Atlanta in a Bentley
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| Hustle Gang, winnin till we finished
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| And we bang green, everybody get it
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| Hey, don’t you know me
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| Don’t you know that I do, homie
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| I’m comin through, blowin weed, got 2 on me
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| Murder charge won’t stick, no gloo on me
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| I come from the gutters from the town, um hmm
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| From where you can’t come around, um hmm
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| Trap right, it’s going down, um hmm
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| Say it with me, um hmm
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| One more time, um hmm
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| I smoke the strongest reefer I could find, um hmm
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| If she fuck me, she goin be fine, um hmm
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| I’m Michael Jackson of our time, um hmm
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| You said you goin save me, Imma save myself
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| Big LV, I even scared myself
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| Big hustle nigga, no handouts
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| Self-made nigga, did it myself
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| Nigas see the DEA, fuck the PDA
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| Nigga pitch it to the streets, call me TGA
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| They tryna link me to a case, no DNA
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| I took my lawyer to the trap, let’s beat that case
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| A hundred bands, nigga, that’s dope money
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| Half a mill in the street, that’s floor money
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| Got bricks on the boat, that’s Coke money
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| Big dreams, big safe, that’s old money
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| If you not the nigga, then that’s not your money
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| Bad bitch, big crib, drop stacks on it
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| White crib, white rims, spend a deal on it
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| If you lookin for the Ruger, got a deal on it
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| Gotti!
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| I come from the gutters from the town, um hmm
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| From where you can’t come around, um hmm
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| Trap right, it’s going down, um hmm
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| Say it with me, um hmm
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| One more time, um hmm
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| I smoke the strongest reefer I could find, um hmm
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| If she fuck me, she goin be fine, um hmm
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| I’m Michael Jackson of our time, um hmm |