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Countin money all |
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I seem to hear is |
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Benji talkin |
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Hater we ain't conversatin it's just semis talkin |
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They said they have a penny on em |
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Now I walk around with twenty chains with like a milli on em |
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Lace up my boots, put on my strap |
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And go lookin for that paper |
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I'm like "where it's at?" |
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They lookin at me, |
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I'm starin back (I see you) |
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Feelin like |
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I'm superman |
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Every time |
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I wear this mac |
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Monday, it's probably 106 & park |
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Tuesday, probably in the hood where it get dark |
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Wednesday, |
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Probably catch me swimmin wit the sharks |
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Wit blood drippin from my shoes, these |
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Lu's cooler than my heart |
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Let me out my cell, right back on the mission |
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Fresh from off a bail, right back in the kitchen |
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Who the fuck gon pay my lawyer |
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I got? with this? |
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And like eighty grams of crack |
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He said the feds probably come for ya |
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Copper said |
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I tried to kill em when |
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I go to court |
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I hope they dont find me guilty, it's my word against they word |
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And I won't get a chance to speak |
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I caught my case with nine of my niggas, and |
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I'm the only one they beat |
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I took it for the team |
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Even though |
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I had a dream like |
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Martin Luther |
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KingWho thought that |
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I'd be cover of these magazines |
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Cause I be spittin fire flow, |
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I'm kerosene |
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Fuck y'all niggas gon say about me? |
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My North niggas they don't play about me |
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South Philly niggas that'll spray about me |
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Pay q million dollar bail in a day bout me |
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Ain't gotta sound real, cause they'll tell you that |
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I'm on the top floor, |
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I started where the cellar at |
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Self Made, |
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Bitches! |
