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Twizo, he cookin' up
Big Trilla
Alright, let's wrap it up
I just get in the booth and just be
Make all my haters go away
Yeah
I just popped me a Red Bull, finna go in
They counted me out, they ain't think I would win
I'm good by myself, give a fuck bout some friends
How much for a show, told em I need a ten
I ain't never gon' fold, I ain't never gon' bend
Run through that shit, get it right back again
Lord knows I'm blessed, so I try not to sin
My opps, they a mess, I'ma try not to spin
Rule one, never hold your hand out
Gotta get it for yourself, young nigga
Rule two, be different, gotta stand out
I don't wanna be like none of them niggas
Rule three, gotta run up some bands
Rule four, stand on what you be sayin'
Rule five, show these folks you ain't playin'
On God, show these folks you ain't playin'
How much money you got? Oh, okay
You looking for a beef, boot go' look for a job
Niggas thinkin' they street, niggas thinkin' they hard
Boy go make you a beat, we so tired of them bars
Heard you still on your feet, I done hopped in a car
This ain't basketball, nigga, I gotta charge
Get in that field if you think you Brett Farve
My hand was fucked up, but I still played the cards
You the type of nigga that'll put a bitch before your kids, huh
You the type of nigga who'll probably snitch on your right hand, huh
You the type of nigga who'll probably switch when you get bands, huh
I'm the type of bitch where if I said it, I'm gon' stand on it
I just popped me a Red Bull finna go in
They counted me out, they ain't think I would win
I'm good by myself, give a fuck bout some friends
How much for a show? Told em I need a ten
I ain't never gon' fold, I ain't never gon' bend
Run through that shit, get it right back again
Lord knows I'm blessed, so I try not to sin
My opps, they a mess, I'ma try not to spin