| Two semi autos, we bout to go for it
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| Took off so fast, I’m yellin' go Forrest
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| Nigga run fast with yo punk ass
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| When my gun blast somethin' gon' pass
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| Pussy nigga, talk that talk
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| You gon' get all that chalk
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| Fuck you and who say you’ll be missed
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| Pussy nigga, talk that talk
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| You gon' get all that chalk
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| Seventeen, bet you all we won’t miss
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| Crusader’s one of the realest verses I eva wrote
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| But all my verses be real, you could believe the quotes
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| I’m movin' real how I feel, I turn niggas to ghosts
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| These rumors have it, don’t kill me, don’t get up your hopes
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| I stay ready and my wrist steady
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| Niggas that I’m with daily, come and get buried
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| John Flint, still I never slit
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| Matchin' shorts with the grisp, movin' militant, yessir
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| 80 thousand worth of jewels on me, burr
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| Niggas trying to be my new homies, curve
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| Trust will get you dust or lined up by a herd, damn bitch
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| Over bread he go to paper, sandwich
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| Corner stores full of murals, a past vic
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| Dont’s, was the king, getting slicker was ages, Don’t
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| Play my mirrors don’t play that shit when I, Come
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| Nigga I’m not dumb, no
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| My paranoia’s healthy
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| They wanna be gangsta I just wanna be black and wealthy, god
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| Two semi autos, we bout to go for it
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| Took off so fast, I’m yellin' go Forrest
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| Nigga run fast with yo punk ass
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| When my gun blast somethin' gon' pass
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| Pussy nigga, talk that talk
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| You gon' get all that chalk
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| Fuck you and who say you’ll be missed
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| Pussy nigga, talk that talk
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| You gon' get all that chalk
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| Seventeen, bet you all we won’t miss
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| I stay strapped everyday, pussy
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| I kill you like I’m bout to kill J, pussy
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| She a hot count lil honey
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| I don’t count on nobody I just count on my money
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| These niggas broke and full of excuses — ridiculous
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| Me and the paper in sync like dirty dishes
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| My nigga Block clean diamonds in his dentures
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| Eatin' on rock slings, grind is relentless
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| And the same goes for me
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| Champs say it’s always shovel when I’m wearing that gold T
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| That’s my muthafuckin' brother, he’ll kill anything fo' me
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| Real nigga shit, I don’t owe nothin' when I pull up out that dealership
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| You betta know who you dealin' with
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| Two semi autos, we bout to go for it
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| Took off so fast, I’m yellin' go Forrest
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| Nigga run fast with yo punk ass
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| When my gun blast somethin' gon' pass
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| Pussy nigga, talk that talk
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| You gon' get all that chalk
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| Fuck you and who say you’ll be missed
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| Pussy nigga, talk that talk
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| You gon' get all that chalk
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| Seventeen, bet you all we won’t miss
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| I praise God and I get money, in that order
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| I’m a million dollar nigga drinking tab water
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| I don’t care about the crowds or impressing no grown man
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| I only got one son, and y’all are not him
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| Shouts to little Rell Rell, daddy got the good lo'
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| Shining on these niggas I done climbed up from below
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| Thousand dollar fixtures just to light up my new flow
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| Statuary marble fill the veins like it do dope
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| That’s a nine, she a nine
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| Baby bag cost a dime, hold my nine
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| But a real bitch’s no denying
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| She say fine, I swear it better stay in line
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| Or else I’m firing, Powder
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| Two semi autos, we bout to go for it
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| Took off so fast, I’m yellin' go Forrest
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| Nigga run fast with yo punk ass
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| When my gun blast somethin' gon' pass
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| Pussy nigga, talk that talk
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| You gon' get all that chalk
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| Fuck you and who say you’ll be missed
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| Pussy nigga, talk that talk
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| You gon' get all that chalk
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| Seventeen, bet you all we won’t miss |