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You will never see the bread that I make, and you a rookie (You a?rookie) Yo'?mans in the?party, with a shirt that say?cookies (Lame) Let a n***a start mean muggin' I'm gon' cook?him?(Cook?him) These n***a got?to tellin' on?my brother, so they booked him (Rat) Free my n***a from the six, I know my brotha comin' home (He comin' home) You really think that n***a tough? We had that n***a runnin' home I had to slow down with the puncher, they almost caught me with them phones Take a look inside my pocket, yo' gon' see a bunch of clones N***a's 20 years old and still askin', who can match? I already spent your money, please stop askin' for it back I bought so many clothes, they know my real name when I'm in Saks You can't see the numbers that I'm makin', 'cause yo' music trash You ain't you shootin', you ain't swipin', or killin' that sh*t a lie Ain't no n***a ever tried to rob me make it out alive Everything I do illegal, all rats near me gotta die This n***a curling up his toes, sharing shoes tryna look fly You will never see the bread that I make, and you a rookie (You broke) Yo' mans in the party, with a shirt that say cookies (Lame) Let a n***a start mean muggin' I'm gon' cook him These n***a got to tellin' on my brother, so they booked him (They booked him) Free my n***a from the six, I know my brotha comin' home You really think that n***a tough? We had that n***a runnin' home (He runnin') I had to slow down with the puncher, they almost caught me with them phones (Them phones) Take a look inside my pocket, yo' gon' see a bunch of clones These n***a's claim they hit the road, but don't come back with pros I'm startin' think these n***a's drivin' outta town to go see hoes (Lame) I know why TeeJay hate me, 'cause I took his flow Don't know about TeeJay, but when I rap I really live it though Findin' all my n***a's on the news Not for dyin', but for killin' I'm a menace in my city, they look at me like a villain (A villain) Got me stamped in my city, 'cause they know that I'm the realest (The realest) I've been swipin' for so long, that I don't get a nervous feelin' (Nah) You will never see the bread that I make, and you a rookie (You a rookie) Yo' mans in the party, with a shirt that say cookies (Lame) Let a n***a start mean muggin' I'm gon' cook him (Cook him) These n***a got to tellin' on my brother, so they booked him (They booked him) Free my n***a from the six, I know my brotha comin' home (He comin' home) You really think that n***a tough? We had that n***a runnin' home (He gone) I had to slow down with the puncher, they almost caught me with them phones (Them phones) Take a look inside my pocket, yo' gon' see a bunch of clones
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