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Yeah
Going hard with this one
What's up? (Yeah)
Ooh-wee
Proper the pay got me feeling like a star (Like a star, yeah)
All my cases dropped, okay, shoutout
To Barack (Shoutout to Barack, bitch)
Now I'm dipping in LA, pulling up, making drops (Dropping drops)
Niggas on the block but they could
Never stop me (They could never stop me)
I might take a trip to SD like I'm Shockey (Like I'm Shockey)
Pay me by the minute, every moment is a memory (Is a memory)
Pussies on my post stressing how they gon' remember me (Remember me)
As a wannabe, there's a Curry with the energy
Yo, niggas know that I been out on the block (Yeah)
Thirties in them Glocks (Yeah), serving nonstop (Okay)
Every day, collect paper, make a check pop
Play the game how it go but I could never take a loss (Nah)
'Cause in these days, you can't even trust
Your own dawgs (Trust your own dawgs)
Second guesses stressing how to overcome
Your own flaws (Overcome your own flaws)
Fuck that, bitch, I'm rolling up
Gutter to the bone (To the bone, bitch)
My vision is so vivid, I'm visualizing
The throne (Visualizing the throne)
See, I could never stop getting money on my own (On my own)
I be feeling like a drone, how I move
When it's on (I move when it's on, bitch)
Niggas claiming they clones, my
Chromosomes get dial tones (Get dial tones)
I can't miss a second of my life, we coming down strong (Down strong)
Geeked in the whip (Whip), lean what we sip (Lean what we sip)
Southside nigga out west with a script (Out of LA)
Smoking down a ounce, gotta bounce when I ride by (Ayy)
Middle fingers out the window, call that shit a drive-by (Ayy)
Try me and you dead, ayy, one up in the head, ayy
Every day, I make a play, run it up, a hundred K
Blunts all on my mind, that's what keep me from catching a case (Nah)
I got my blessings in place (Ayy), life is a lesson, I pray (I pray)
Who the fuck is you to say I can't do this my own way? (My own way)
Hennessy and Bombay, she just want an entrée (She just want a entrée)
Gucci fetish, nothing but hundreds could keep me calm
I need it all in my palm to keep creating this bomb shit (Bitch)
Niggas know just how we drop, been on that
Saddam shit (Been on that Saddam shit)
You be pushing that rerock, better get
Your own shit (Better get your own shit)
Been the type of nigga that's gon' pull up with
That chrome quick (With that chrome quick)
Bend a corner on 'em liable to leave you domeless (Domeless)
Nigga, Southside, FLA, bitch
Better know this shit, yeah (They know)
305 (You heard), MIA, nigga
Dade County, nigga (Ha)
Yeah, yeah





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