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Count dead presidents, dead presis in my face I say go step on him, go step on him today
We shoot above the rim, no tupac this a drac
No we don't fuck with them, these niggas out here faking
I love the game so much, I think that I might marry it
I'm like T-Mac in 03, I'm fuckin' carrying
Argue with my bitch and say that I'm so arrogant
I just came back from my plug, damn that nigga show me love
We the ones, don't give a fuck, get a bag and turn her up
It's extensions on these guns, you gon' look dumb, you try run' up
Who had did that? that was us, smoke on reefer and now I'm stuck
Might put your big dog in this blunt, you try one thing, you might get flushed
Every, nigga that be around me, they been around since we was little
If you ain't just stay on that side, we pluck niggas in the middle
Fuck em all, we catch you one time, then you caught cause you was with em
Bring that chalk, we leave em outside, left em out there, go and get em
Ran up bank with all my niggas, fuck them niggas who ain't stay down
Where you went when I was healing, if you my friend then you can stay around
I'll go share when I get millions, uh
Who done let me in the building
Who done let me in the building
Fuck them niggas, I don't feel em
Fuck them niggas, I don't feel em
Fuck em
Count dead presidents, dead presis in my face
I say go step on him, go step on him today
We shoot above the rim, no Tupacit's a Drake
No we don't fuck with them, these niggas out here fakin
This DBG shit nigga, try some, let that Drac hit
Should've called em when I caught em, he needed saving
Pour the wockhardt in a bottle like a baby
This shit all gas, we full throttle, on these hating niggas