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Eight seconds left on the shot clock, I'ma score Don't worry 'bout how much Wock' I got, I'ma pour We was talkin' 'bout Act', you a half a line, I'm a four That's a bullet hole in your brother face, ho, that's not a sore n***as talkin' 'bout a lot of bullsh*t that's not important On some bullsh*t, what I just spent on drank, could've bought a foreign State to state with the OJs, we call that tourin' Old-school A.L. Pharma in, we call that orange b*t*h, I'm a one-of-one Chanel shoe, you an Air Jordan Hutch and Gary did all my ice, you wearin' Jordan Had to tell Mike strap it up, he a fan f**ker Big sack of rocks by my nuts, I'm a gram tucker I been pourin' drank all day, then shot the K, my hand sore n***as ain't my n***as, just my son, my friend four I got some white dope, but they want the tan more Cold as hell cookin' dope, I need a hand warmer That other car want a hundred racks, the Lam' a quarter Get your ass beat by Da Yung OG with a fan recording When you walk into my living room, all you smell is Morton Got a bad Westside b*t*h, I met her at L. George's I just found a new spot, finna take a thousand pills to Florida Can't get no work from my Cuban friend 'cause he got deported Ten mil' so loud, when I blow it, it sound distorted Zombie Files, me and Lou drank a pint, it was not recorded Yeah, I had four hoes knocked up, but they got abortions Send my lil' dogs to put the play down, I'ma get a portion I just made some sh*t off the Greyhound to go buy a Porsche I always keep it real with KeKe, but I lie to Porcia Woke up and drunk a whole pint, I died this morning If you see me with some Mikes on, you can't find these Jordans You ain't even have your mic on, mines was recording Don't give a f**k about my other friends, but Mike important Wintertime, flew down to Miami, I ain't like the weather Touched down and it was kinda cool, bought an Off-White sweater Yeah, I'm gettin' off with the rap, but I get off white better If I feel you don't know sh*t 'bout the lean, I might stretch it I'm so plugged with the drank, when I buy it, I might not check it Okay, the car I'm in go two hundred, I might not wreck it b*t*h f**ked a bum n***a raw, now her whole life infected I was just f**ked up, my license tell it Yeah, that was an old picture Fold my socks up 'fore I sleep, I'm an old n***a n***a gettin' deeper in the beef, he a hole digger I only f**k with Gary when I'm buyin' rose, I'm a golddigger Up the four-five on the stage, now the show canceled Your baby daddy never shot a K, he a whole dancer Had the city f**ked up, pulled up in an old Phantom Took off runnin' from the state boys, threw him dope backwards n***a, you ain't gotta book my shows, I'm my own manager n***a, haha Ghetto Boyz sh*t, n***a, know what the f**k goin' on, it's Rio
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