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I don't pull tricks just [?] I don't make biz just paper I don't hate much just haters Also I'm drippin' the f*ckin' latest Rinkside seats when I pull up to Vegas Backwoods no Garcia y vegas Out my way treat me like a skater .45 it could pull a potato I got a hunnid million on my radar Still put that all black on like Raiders Damn I lost count bae I'll call you back later I lack patience, I don't lack flavor I'm gone go grindin' ‘till I ain't got neighbors Bitch but not forget about who made us lit Keepin' it gangster to the basic shit I know these kicks wasn't made to fit everybody I know I look good in ‘em But don't put your foot in ‘em You feel like your problems wouldn't end You prolly feel like you couldn't win Right where I should be, survived them shots fired Know where I could've been Right where I should be, survived them shots fired Know where I could've been Excuse me i'm reeking the odor Just left a meeting with growers I feel like f*ck the drink rather be sober Broski done poured that [?] drink in my soda I got a [?] I got a Spanish connect [?] I got a rule just don't talk to the feds Just like the ballots ain't work for the voters I don't clock out until I meet the quotas Pull out this Glock, what you see what you notice? We kinda busy, lil buddy don't hold us We never folded, go check the folders Young master p, I walk in with the soldiers The shooters, the toters Don't ask no questions it's none of your business I told that bitch pump her brakes and her rotors I got trust issues it's scary I can't be tellin' my business You know these hoes make a hell of a witness Shaving [?] with the quickness [?] I knew that bitch was suspicious You gon' have to forgive me, I'm not too good at forgettin' So I'm off chasin' that mu'f*ckin' money train I know that these niggas watching and studying When It was actavis we had the muddiest cups I don't really get down with this other thing I call the plays like the coach when we huddlin' Prolly my name if its something' she utterin' I don't give a f*ck long as it's not my government ‘Cause you know I don't f*ck with no government Walk in this bitch prolly fresh as a double mint I got a grip on me now, 'bout to double it I know this road to the riches get troublesome And I came strapped up for the other shit I ain't tell nobody what I was cookin' but I got a bitch in the kitchen with oven mitts I still got 99 problems but a bitch But I've been shootin' from the line where the butter is Excuse me i'm reeking the odor Just left a meeting with growers I feel like f*ck the drink rather be sober Broski done poured that [?] drink in my soda I got a [?] I got a Spanish connect [?] I got a rule just don't talk to the feds Just like the ballots ain't work for the voters I don't clock out until I meet the quotas Pull out this Glock, what you see what you notice? We kinda busy, lil buddy don't hold us We never folded, go check the folders Young master p, I walk in with the soldiers The shooters, the toters Don't ask no questions it's none of your business I told that bitch pump her brakes and her rotors
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