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I just pulled up in that whatchacallit Fiends on the block, it ain't designer Tube sock is their favorite wallet I remember seein' my older cousin cracked out on my mama sofa Slept for three days, his body slumped over (Facts) I'm on a different tax bracket Still the same n***a f**kin' hoes on the air mattress Off hand doing calisthenics, got the hood jumping National Grid outside, we light the stove oven, real sh*t What is life? I'm in studio with my rap peers That Carhartt stab-proof, with it, feel like Paul Pierce Posted on the block with them lawn chairs Gossiping about getting money, bad hoеs, and who out here, I'm out herе If this was nine-four, I would've got five mics If this was nine-four, I would've got five mics F**k The Source, little n***a, I'm the source for real F**k The Source, little n***a, I'm the source for real I was on the Eastside picking dimes, ripping rhymes Hoping God ain't let me die N***as tried to take me off the earth (For real) Walkin' up on n***as after school tryna catch the work Them boys were f**kin' spooked, though Hangin' with my CVs, f**kin' on a lil' puto Police tryna kill the folk (Yeah) Hangin' on my f**kin' hawk, them lil' n***as gettin' poked I was dead broke chasin' dollars Please don't take me out my mode Motherf**kers tryna take me out my zone But I ain't tripping, though Sh*t, and I ain't missing, though 'Cause music sh*t ain't set in stone (Set in stone) Just tryna set the tone, respect your roles and fémen dan (Fémen dan) I spent these troubled times with dimes that could've been in Vogue See Jiles' style is more like slam dunking, mines is finger rolls Sh*t, if it was '98, I'd sign to Murder Inc (Yeah) I'd cop the coldest mink and crew would got the goldest links (Yeah) A plain Rollie face, that shiny sh*t depreciates (Yeah) But this is present-day sh*t See, where I'm from, I made it If this was nine-four, I would've got five mics If this was nine-four, I would've got five mics F**k The Source, little n***a, I'm the source for real F**k The Source, little n***a, I'm the source for real Look I used to want five mics in The Source, now I'm the source for real N***a couldn't afford a deal, now I do corporate deals Peanut b***er seats, the Porsche was teal Had all the odds stacked against me, I made a fortune still (I'm up, n***a) That boy was doing the most, so he was forced to chill (Sit down, pu**y) Talkin' greasy on internet, that boy in his feelings I got the bag to have him smoked, I can afford to kill (Uh-huh) Machine, b*t*h, I'm a boss for real (Woo) Mafia sh*t, two to the head, how that revolver feel? Got wise guys that'll whack you, get rid of that corpse for real Got mob ties, my guy, but I don't eat no pork or veal And I'm top five with lines if ever we talking skill And I got fly, I'm top three if ever we talking spill, sh*t (Talk to 'em) N***a, you broke, so why you talking still? (Hah) Put the nail in them n***as' coffin still Got the carbine steel I'll blow they melon across the field, Machine
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