| I talk that 504, I’m out that Nolia
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| I know some niggas hollerin' soldiers that be soldiers
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| I keep that pistol in hand, don’t do holsters
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| I stay away from the rats, I’m so focused
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| That nigga Beezy fasheezy, he so ruthless
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| I keep that fifty on side, I’m like Whoo Kid
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| I got that Rollie, Patek, my niggas too rich
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| I got an MOB since I was a nuisance
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| That nigga Thugger my brother, I yell, «Slatt»
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| I keep them Bloods on call, I’m like, «Blatt»
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| I got some NY shooters, they say, «Hah»
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| Don’t do no cap ass niggas, it’s no cap
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| How you rich but your niggas broke?
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| How you yelling out, «Gang,» but nobody know you?
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| How you saying, «No cap,» but you all cap?
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| Niggas ain’t real niggas, shit, they all rap
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| Yeah, how you rich but your nigga broke?
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| How you yelling out, «Gang,» but nobody know you?
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| How you saying, «No cap,» but it’s all cap?
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| Niggas ain’t real niggas, shit, they all rap
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| Taking all my skeletons off the shelf
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| She told a nigga to get back lickin' and she left
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| My motherfuckin' ego huge like Hefner
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| YSL suing me, they suing theyself, yeah
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| Nigga, how the fuck you hating on your lord?
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| Nigga vision blurry, Android
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| Big racks on me look like toys (Big racks)
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| Hop on a jet, I gotta go pick up this ward
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| The round-trip, I came right back after it like Floyd
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| The benji, I pull up skrrt, free my boys
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| We put them birds on the water, now it’s fortune
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| I put my children on your tongue, no need for abortions
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| How you rich but your niggas broke?
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| How you yelling out, «Gang,» but nobody know you?
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| How you saying, «No cap,» but you all cap?
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| Niggas ain’t real niggas, shit, they all rap
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| Yeah, how you rich but your nigga broke?
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| How you yelling out, «Gang,» but nobody know you?
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| How you saying, «No cap,» but it’s all cap?
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| Niggas ain’t real niggas, shit, they all rap
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| How you fly, but your kids hungry?
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| 16, ain’t have no job, but I was gettin' money
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| Niggas said they got my back, gon' kill for me
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| Yeah right, big cap, nigga, Pillsbury
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| Mask on, mask off, no Jim Carrey
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| I was playin' with the soft like Ben, Jerry
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| Know some bitches that’ll burn you up, King Harry
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| Give you shit to never leave like the Queen Marry
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| They ain’t hear me
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| How you rich, but your bitch broke?
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| How you poppin' all them bottles but your wrist show?
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| Still scheming on a lick with no envelope
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| I been a G.O.A.T., niggas know, hundreds indigo
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| Get 'em, Joe
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| How you rich but your niggas broke?
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| How you yelling out, «Gang,» but nobody know you?
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| How you saying, «No cap,» but you all cap?
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| Niggas ain’t real niggas, shit, they all rap
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| Yeah, how you rich but your nigga broke?
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| How you yelling out, «Gang,» but nobody know you?
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| How you saying, «No cap,» but it’s all cap?
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| Niggas ain’t real niggas, shit, they all rap |