| If I lost it all, would you still love me? |
| And if I died for you, would you still love me? |
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| Went from Buick to Benz |
| I stopped pimpin' on that ho 'cause I was losin' my friends |
| Wasn't used to that then, I'm like, "I'm head first" |
| On that type of timin' like let's see who end up dead first |
| Yes, sir, handkerchief matchin', we the red shirts |
| Grab a crate, blow the K and see if all the rest work |
| Tryna force your guys and 'em to slide, it ain't gon' never work |
| 'Cause they gon' tell on 33rd, you niggas never learn |
| With bone crusher, I'm like Usher, nigga, let it burn |
| What's the word? Talkin' trips and skits, then it's lil' Relly turn |
| Purple-hearted, went retarded, every medal earned |
| Got acquitted on them charges, tell 'em court adjourned |
| He beat the body, for his kills, that nigga 4th confirmed |
| G-O-D, box from Houston landed, look like COD |
| Yellin', "Free the level-four killers and the DOBs" |
| She poppin' blues, I said, "I'm bool, baby, we on these" |
| Strictly ten, you need a couple, hit up B-O-B |
| We don't leak ?, even off this medication, we don't sleep |
| Jackets they be passin' out for rattin', that's what he gon' need |
| Lean on me, took him to the distro, everything on me |
| I can't get the blammy in the venue, nigga, we gon' tweak |
| Granny 'nem, bitches treat you different when you |
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| Snubs and lil' Nick 'posed to be with me, bitch, I ran with them |
| Get off the 'Gram with all that trollin', why you playin' with them? |
| Took a trip with zoe, it was on safety, thought it jammed again |
| Hand in hand, we was gram for gram |
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| San Jose |
| Made a way, face card clean, but these hammers ain't |
| '78 Chevrolet Nova, finna grab me one |
| Suckers caught me loafin' at the store, he thought he had him one |
| Swear that it won't go that way again, I turned my savage up |
| Hit up Avis, what they taxin' for? We need them Acuras |
| Hit the agents, what they taxin' for? We need them Draculas |
| Twelve months and seven days away from givin' rappin' up |
| Add me up, real estate portfolio like ten of 'em |
| Before the Lam' and Maserati, I went Benz on 'em |
| 'Fore the AMG, was yokin' Buicks with the rims on it |
| Tinted all the lens on it, we ain't into fishbowlin' |
| We don't do no dick holdin', richer than your big homie |
| Thirty on bitch Rollie, that's just for the wrist only |
| The whole kit junkie, fire first, it get spunky |
| Polish on the toes, these is sixes, call 'em Kid Cudi |
| Get money, show your love and loyalty 'bout spinnin' for me |
| Or take these 40s and these choppers in your crib for me |
| I fucked with blood when I was broke, he had gigs for me |
| He had chicken on the table, he had zips for me |
| Livin' lovely, poppin' Ace of Spade, now we sippin' bubbly |
| Just keep it stitchy when they blitz 'cause it be gettin' ugly |
| Keep it stitchy when they blitz 'cause it be gettin' ugly |
| Keep it stitchy when they blitz 'cause it be gettin' ugly |
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