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I guess there ain't no nice way to tell you |
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Niggas it's game over, huh? |
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Pray for me |
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Hallucination of money, while nigga's stomach just rumble |
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Had to fuck with the |
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Haitians and break a kilo to crumbles |
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Nigga living in rubble, but get him labelled a rebel |
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Any nigga wan' rumble, somebody hand me a shovel |
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Gotta silence the lambs, get on my |
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Buffalo Bill |
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Steppin' off the |
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Sonoma with the black duffel bag filled |
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Got a cute bitch with me; favor come on, for real |
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Got Meek Mill on the celly, that nigga worth a few mil |
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I multiply what |
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I manage, |
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I manage to multiply |
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Witness real niggas fail, and watch you fuck niggas strive |
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Witness bitch niggas pale, |
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Japar [?] just got twenty-five |
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At this point in my life, |
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I'm just trying to survive |
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Homicide stay on my mind, |
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Christopher |
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Wallace of my time |
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R.I.P. to the legend, 2 |
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Pac Shakur with a nine |
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Makaveli returns - it's |
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God forgives, and |
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I don'tResurrection of the real, time to get the richer than |
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TrumpI'm rolling the dice, four, five, six |
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Young nigga, 19, four, five bricks |
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Praying on you niggas, sinners full of hate |
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God forgives and |
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I don't, only hustlers relate |
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Trying to keep my head above water, nigga |
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We pirates out here, nigga, just trying to stay afloat |
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And I ride for my niggas |
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Fascination with fortune afford me mansion and |
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PorschesPanoramas, abortions, marijuana imported |
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Dreams of getting cream and never to be extorted |
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Seen so many things, be preposterous not to record it |
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Product is in demand, profit not far behind |
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Got on my mother pearl, she fucking up father time |
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Babies be having babies, |
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I'm talking 'bout how |
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I grindNiggas thinking it's voodoo the way bricks be multiplying |
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Affiliated with wealth, associated with death |
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Self-made millionaire, snatch a triple beam off the shelf |
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Straight Grim |
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Reaper, Air |
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Jordans walking the streets |
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Blackberry boss - one call, ya put to sleep |
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I'm rolling the dice, four, five, six |
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Young nigga, nineteen, forty five bricks |
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Praying on you niggas, sinners full of hate |
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God forgives and |
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I don't, only hustlers relate |
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The Lord is my light and my salvation |
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But I see none of you fuck niggas |
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Fuck what you heard, nigga |
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I need to feel it |
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I need to smell it |
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I need to see it |
