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Ran up that check like f*ck college Went to the streets for my knowledge Keep it discreet move in silence Leave em' deceased if he try me Flex on that bitch, hit the Heisman I got my brother beside me They feel my pain when I'm writing Down deep inside, yes I'm dying Know that we having them dollas Don't give no f*cks bout' no college Went to the streets for my knowledge I am an excellent scholar I know these niggas not bout' it I know these niggas not solid They gone' switch up like the weather Know I put this shit together Me and my brother was down We had to map this shit out We had came up with a plan Now we not seeing no drought Making the guap, counting the cap Yeah we had figured it out Yeah we just ran that shit up Like p*ssy, I know what it's bout' Hurt what do it do? My diamonds sick like the flu Having the green and the blue That is the old and the new f*ck nigga thought that you knew That most of my money was new I am almighty like Bruce I pull out the Rari, the coupe My baby wet like some soup Know that them Benjamins blue Used to be geeked up at school My nigga geeked up with tools Finessing, I'm working my move Hurt what do it do?
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