| I was in the chicken spot, around my way, me and my boys, just hustlin',
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| when I heard «The Real Love Remix». |
| It was buzzin', oh shit, so yeah,
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| we was buzzin' though, it ain’t nothin', you know what I’m sayin'?
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| I don’t really be trippin' off that, you know? |
| A lot of my peoples is with me,
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| my peoples havin' a good time. |
| My mom’s is ight, my daughter ight, so I’m good,
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| I don’t, fane, you know what I’m sayin'? |
| I leave that alone, you know?
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| Cuz that’s, that’s when the eagle’s startin' in
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| Exactly, exactly
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| Uh
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| The feds try to catch me on the run, I don’t stop and go
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| Sick of telling niggas I’m the shit, I just drop a load
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| Music couldn’t make a nigga rich, I was choppin' blow
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| Cuttin' every corner for a dollar when the stock was low
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| Every time I pull up with the clique, see a flock of hoes
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| Get some private time with your chick, tell her lock the door
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| Know you see me walking with this ho, why you knocking for?
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| Is you with the opps? |
| Why the fuck you cock-blocking for?
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| Don’t think I’mma ask if you with her or not
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| I’ll assume that’s your bitch cause you with her a lot
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| I’m always too high to consider a lot
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| I’m the Biggie in my city, I’ve been Ready to Die
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| Had to check my last plug, so he sold me a chicken
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| He a paranoid mind, wouldn’t give me his digits
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| So I had to get his contacts through one of my bitches
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| He wanted pussy and she wanted the business
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| 'Cuzzi
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| You, you definitely, the heavy weight contender for the east coast
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| Yeah
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| You know, we, we drawin' you out there. |
| It’s like…
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| It’s all good
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| You know
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| I can take the weight, you know what I’m sayin'?
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| I’m never losing service on the block, cause I call the shots
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| Running up my minutes with your shit, cause you talk a lot
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| Niggas don’t need you anymore, you’s a pocket watch
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| Remind me why we should give a fuck, cause we all forgot
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| My bank account’s looking rather pleasant
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| I been that nigga ever since an adolescent
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| Since fifteen, I’ve been running out of blessings
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| And now you fuck niggas running out of seconds
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| I’m talking 'bout
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| Every day, lead a nigga on, make him think he could
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| Someone said your man stands a chance, I don’t think he stood
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| Brain making way more promises than Pinky could
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| Taking over the world, I know you niggas wish you could
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| Niggas always cracking under pressure, I don’t ever break
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| Can’t say I’m flowing anymore, I just levitate
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| Niggas like «you can go to sleep when you second place»
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| But when we second place, we don’t celebrate…
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| Nah
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| I can take the weight, you know what I’m sayin'? |
| Because, I left it that way,
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| you know what I’m sayin'?
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| Ha ha
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| Ain’t no front with me, I keeps it real, you know? |
| Whatever y’all wanna hear,
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| y’all gon' hear it from me, cuz I, I don’t bite my tongue for no one,
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| you know what I’m sayin'? |
| I’m a real one, whenever, bring it
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| Me, my niggas and the money
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| Pussy ain’t nothing
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| I can get it when I want it
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| Right now, I don’t want it
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| Right now, I want the money
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| Walk in the bank
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| I tell the bank teller «bust it open»
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| The bank teller see my bank statements
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| I ain’t gotta say a word and she bust it open
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| My bitch got a burner… all we do is point and shoot
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| I tell em «do em how you do it baby»
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| And if a nigga lay his hands on you, never hesitate
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| Do him how you do it baby
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| Bands… a nigga only want bands
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| I put a band in my bible, and I pray for more bands
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| God damn
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| I used to lose sleep over money but
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| Now a nigga ballin' now
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| Thousand dollar dinners with my niggas cause we balling now
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| All my niggas balling now
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| All my niggas balling now
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| I only want these bands baby, don’t you hear them calling out
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| Don’t you hear them calling out
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| Don’t you hear them calling out
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| Only want these bands baby, don’t you hear them calling out |