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I been—I been overseas trappin', hope they sick while they pocket watch I got 'em in town chillin', prayin' that the prices drop We used to move decks, same price as the ends When it landed in the H, had them trucks rollin' in Hidin' money in the candle, tryin' anything to get it back Buy another spot, let my dirty money take a bath Big Whale sh*t, if it's trash, I'ma take 'em back On my last joint of Skittles, yeah, I'm tryna make it last We ain't worried 'bout a cage 'cause we blinded by the ice If I ever fall off, then I'm back to takin' flights Yeah, the color came out nice, but the smell's a little off If you take a couple dollars off, then I'll sell 'em all It's the big dogs, you can tell by the watches And how we don't stress when we take losses Yeah, from the Bay to the UK Certified in the streets, yeah, all my dudes paid R.I.P. all the fallen soldiers, free all the guys locked down Shout out to the whole of the UK Shout out to the whole of the States You already know what time it is Big Bay Area, stand up You know I'ma get mine It's the—it's the new era mob, so these pussies can't f**k with us Come through with four handles like we're playin' double dutch Slappin' off that old-school Jacka or that Woodie Wood Locked in with Cookies and Runtz, now I'm the pluggy-plug Violate the team, that's white chalk like a blackboard It cost dough to go to war, what you think I stack for? No gloves on the come-up, runnin' 'round with them cracked paws No mask on the come-up, we was kickin' off them back doors I was built for this game 'cause I got the brains and got the muscle Born on August 15th like Fat Tony and Nipsey Hussle 'Member walkin' 'round the streets lost and broke, kickin' rubble Now I don't lift a finger if it ain't a triple double I'm too humble, I wonder how they'd act in my position R.I.P. Miggy Migz, I'm gonna carry on your mission Stuck up in this concrete jungle where you hear them snakes hissin' Leave your food around your people, next minute, the cake's missin' Yeah, all my motherf**kin' dudes paid, man sh*t crazy, man, we come from nothin', man Berner, what up? Tunde, what up? It's G.T., ayy I wish—I wish Mizz could hop up in this Trackhawk and bang this sh*t with us Came a long way, we ain't never give up Wakin' up at 5 a.m., unloadin' the truck Got this sh*t all off the strength, I ain't pay a buck I ain't been to the hood in a minute, but I stay in touch Still'll park the foreign on the block, chill, smoke some Runtz LB and Ray tapped me in, I been straight since We only smoke the best, we could bet, this sh*t straight piff Bangin' Jacka, I just made a hundred off of one trip Walk around with all my ice on, somethin' heavy on my hip That's for back-up, I just racked up, brand new prezi on my wrist A hundred P's that's gon' get packed up, look like I took a hundred trips
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