| Phew, phew, yeah
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| If you weigh me down then I gotta remove you
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| If you in my way, then I gotta go through you (Don, Don)
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| Look, look, look, funeral
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| I don’t talk shit, bitch, I do it (Huh)
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| They say, «All facts,» but don’t prove shit (Huh)
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| You in my way, need to move, bitch (Huh)
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| Shut the fuck up, no excuses (Huh)
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| This a win-win, swear I’m so choosy
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| Money spread on me like Boosie
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| Real ones ride for me, no cruise ship
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| I don’t really sleep or take naps, no snoozin'
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| All these burners here hot, but we coolin'
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| I was playin' dumb, they was thinkin' I’m stupid
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| My accountant just called, said, «Shit been movin'»
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| I’m 'posed to have no gun, I got two of 'em
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| I never remind a nigga what I do for 'em
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| I was dead broke, sleep on the futon
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| Now I’m up, now I’m big house, few of 'em
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| Everyday I’m lit, my life like a re-run
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| If I take your shit, can’t give you no refund
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| Ten mil' for a deal I agree on
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| I put on for Atlanta like Deion
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| Chrome Heart glasses, I can’t see 'em
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| From the apartments to an arena
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| Where that lil' boy been? |
| I ain’t seen him
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| Look at God’s child drivin' the Demon
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| Fuck what you heard
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| I don’t talk shit, bitch, I do it (Huh)
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| They say, «All facts,» but don’t prove shit (Huh, yeah)
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| You in my way, need to move, bitch (Yeah)
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| Shut the fuck up, no excuses (Yeah)
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| This a win-win, swear I’m so choosy
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| Money spread on me like Boosie
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| Real ones ride for me, no cruise ship
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| Yeah, I don’t talk shit, bitch, I do shit (I do shit)
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| Soft top on my car like it’s Jewish (It's Jewish)
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| Catch a body like Ray Lewis (Ray Lewis)
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| Blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt
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| Lil Tunechi, I’m in this bitch on the cookie like Lucious (Yeah)
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| I’m gonna sip, got that purple pollution (Yeah)
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| I get the checks and just do it no swooshes (Yeah)
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| Flex on my ex then I flex on my new bitch (Yeah)
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| No disrespect, I bust down the noose (Yeah)
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| Put it on my neck, now my neck is a nuisance (Yeah)
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| I am a mess, I am a mutant (Yeah)
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| Bullets go through your vest like it’s translucent
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| I smoke the best exclusive
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| I’m somewhere else secluded (Secluded)
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| Fly to death, and your bitch just flew in
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| You a ref, my nigga, you blew it (You blew it)
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| I don’t sketch, but the pistol, I drew it
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| Told myself to continue my duties
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| I got money from 2002, that I ain’t seen since 2002
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| Me, Sean, and Brazy, my nigga, we boolin'
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| Ballin' so brazy, I dribble and shoot it
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| Just like I play for Emilio Pucci
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| I treat the Wraith like that bitch is Suzuki
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| I need a favorite woman like The Fugees
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| It’s me, Sean, and Baby, we lit as Three Stooges
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| My skate stance is goofy, my bae ass is stupid
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| No fake asses truly, I’m makin' her moon me
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| Blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt
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| I don’t talk shit, bitch, I do it (I do it)
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| They say, «All facts,» but don’t prove shit (I knew it)
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| You in my way, need to move, bitch (Move bitch, huh)
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| Shut the fuck up, no excuses (Yeah, yeah)
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| This a win-win, swear I’m so choosy (Yeah, yeah)
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| Money spread on me like Boosie
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| Real ones ride for me, no cruise ship (Yeah, yeah)
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| I don’t really sleep or take naps, no snoozin' (No snoozin')
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| All of these burners here hot, but we coolin' (Yeah, snorin')
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| I was playin' dumb, they was thinkin' I’m stupid
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| My accountant just called, said, «Shit been movin'» (Yeah)
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| I don’t talk shit, bitch, I do it
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| My accountant just called, said, «Shit been movin'»
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| Fake money, should keep your two cents (That mulah)
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| Catch a body like Ray Lewis (Yeah)
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| If you weigh me down, then I gotta remove you
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| If you in my way, then I gotta go through you
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| Funeral |