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And she mess with, Louis. I heard she fucked with Benji
She know that he be with me, acting like a groupie
I let her jimmy choo me, her shoes be Giuseppe
Mind 50 square, double straps on them, 900 a pair
Yeah, now man they be grindin' the earth a year
Cause I be up early in the morning, tryna grind me up a square
Did you get that dough? When you watch that go
Tryna move them hoes like tic-tac-toe
When I see them hoes, they be all tryna go
Joey-ass niggas, they be all tryna roll
But we don't move deep, we just move with the heat
Live by the gun in the cold of the streets
Supposed to make it hot, not cold in the streets
Sayin' niggas runnin' around, they done told it in the streets
But this is the life, what it's like
By any means necessary. I'ma go and get it and retire like I never would
So it's 2012 for you rappers, put an end to them
Scorpio flame of Mortal Kombat
Finish him (gangster breezy)
If I set this stage on fire
Oh, gang spitter, flame spitter
Lame niggas couldn't bang with us or hang with us
The same niggas went against me
Tryna partner shittin' now
Cold enemies on that partner shittin' now
Cause they know I go hard as a tombstone
Any sign of disrespect, now you in the goon zone
Ain't where you see me at, know I got that too low
Make a nigga sound good, like that auto-tune note
Labels keep callin', they worser than my bitches
Rapper speak my name, I said they worser than these snitches
This is the blueprint, beginnin' us some new shit
But nah, this ain't Jay-Z, it's meek Millie, baby
Louie Bell V-neck, chillin' in my AP
And dawg, I go crazy, like I got rabies
I'm the man in my city, if you ask around the town
They say nobody fuckin' with me
So many diamonds, you wear all the finest clothes
We'll be back, we'll be back
And you really show me, as you're drivin' down the streets of gold
But you can't blame me, if I set the stage on fire
Gangster, gangster, you get what you work for
Nah, fuck it