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(Uh-huh) Before these millions that I made off bein' Godly on these beats I been a beast, was really in these streets, had pounds in my Caprice Had n***as' BM's tryna axe cuz I got money like I'm Meech Case n***as tripped, had Nina on my hip, .25 inside my wheats Got a tattoo in my f**kin' face, a teardrop I done weeped Had to son 'em like Ray-Ray, like Hoover Deuce, I keep a piece I kicked some doors, I had to breach You n***as dissed, now they deceased How I keep iron in my pants, you'll think I'm tryna make a crеase I'm like Freddy, b*t*h, don't go to sleep, TLC, I creep Killas at thе front and back case he run outside like a sweep Walk up on him, cannons camera-ready, call that 'meet n greet' And if his homies keep on talkin sh*t, his dawg's next like a leash I'm the butcher, please bring me that beef You get popped like you grease, ain't nothin' sweet The .40 hold a d**k, just like a pair of briefs Take his soul, then go change my clothes, I'm talkin' fly, no beak I'm chasin' dreams while they been hatin' on me, I feel Iike I'm Meek On my soul, they couldn't fill my shoes, like a pair of cleats Might f**k your girl, tell that b*t*h to drop and call that incomplete I let her ride me till she f**kin' c*m, I call that mountain peak She go down low after we bump and grind, remind me of my Jeep Hoo-hoo, I'm rock hard, she wet as a creek I'm good with the steel, like a thief I'm good with the Tech, call me 'Nique I am a lion, they sheep I'll leave 'em lyin' in sheets, whoo From Monday to Sunday, they weak I'm out this world, out they reach Who f**kin' with me? Nobody, boy don't get it twisted I'm drippin like sweat, I ain't Keith, hoo-hoo B*t*h, I ain't nothin' nice I ain't bein' mean Had these b*t*hes on D, I might need a screen I pull up in this foreign, your w**** will get right And yeah, she know the script, it ain't Stephen King Shoutout to FGE, we the team Mine is so real, I don't even dream I ain't gotta cheat, but how every punch goin' nuts The ref' told me to keep it clean When I win, it's the end, call it Wednesday Toolie put two in his head, call it Tuesday Let me make myself clear like I'm Blu-Ray Put that piece to his top, like a toupée I like to creep when they sleepin' You better hope that you're up, like the UK I'm drippin' like water, you better be cool or get hit with this 9 Bobby Boucher [pronounced BOO-shay] The illest n***a ever since Wayne Plus I got some sh*t that could fix pain These n***as don't got they b*t*h trained I'm that n***a I don't gotta spit game My pockets swole-er than Ving Rhames Whenever I storm in, I drip rain I'm Jordan on you, in them shoes, I'm in Louboutin's Spikes on the side, like a Knicks game Execute 'em, never exchange Executin', never explain I been takin' sh*t out like the Grinch came No Nick Cannon, I use to let sticks bang While I sold Mary Jane, like I'm Rick James I was straight thuggin, baby, like Rich Gang I still keep it a buck and ain't sh*t change Tech 9 on my hip if sh*t gets strange 'Bout to kill sh*t, so the steel grip, like a film strip, how the clip hang Ike Turner, let the b*t*h sang Now his homies blue, no Crip gang N***as used to play till them bodies dropped I got clean on they a**, n***a, body wash Gloves on, steel on, these [?] when Rocky boxed Yeah, I took 'em out soon as I saw 'em slippin', like refs when 2 players in hockey box Yeah, you heard what I said, I done left n***as dead, Nina spit at they head, call that sloppy top F**k n***as pretend to be hard When they know that they really be fraud If you like to play games then I'm slidin' I've [?] race, like a memory card Don't be scared, you gon get to meet God Angel, show 'em where the gates at Magnum on me, not the latex Always kill 'em with the straight facts If my son got a game, I got soldiers there Like a strip club we got poles in there I will change a n***a, not on a spare Man, your favorite rappers, they don't compare Rap God, a cold day in hell, if I go they gon think it was snowin there B*t*h I'm from the [?], where it's cold at My mom was off white, like a polar bear I felt kinda happy when she go to jail, cuz I knew she was safe and was sober there She got out, I took her on a shoppin' spree Told her shop like she never had clothes to wear Watch me ball at the top like Hulk Hogan head Yo' b*t*h wet as a pool, yeah, I dove in there I pulled it out and I put it down Shawty sat on my d**k like a foldin' chair She bring me that pu**y with no draws She know that Kit-Kat'll get broke off Every show I do dope, n***a, Snowfall Don't try to hold me, you gon' fall Although I'm ballin, it ain't sh*t to travel and then do 'em foul, like it's no calls B*t*h, I walk with a stick, and I don't mean a cane, but I stay with that thang, like I'm O-Dawg Make 'em pay while I teach 'em, like colleges Got a check and a strap, like [?] I'm FGE till the f**kin' end I couldn't switch sides
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