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Ayy, man, let's get it
I can pay the bail, I will never tell on my dog
I was mixin' in, bakin' soda blend with the raw
Niggas fake as hell, actin' like you him, but you flawed
Why the real dyin'? Why the fuck, niggas takin' off?
This for real, ain't no deals, niggas payin' what it cost
Know some scammers, they can get you right, just pay 'em for the sauce
Say you broke, ain't got no money, damn, sorry for yo' loss
I'm a business man, I can buy yo' bitch and write her off
B-B-B-B-Bitch, I write her off
Creepin' up outta my box, rippin' 'em up with a saw
Move with the wind like a phantom, I stand in the shadows
And pop out the cut with the bars
Dearly departed, I mark 'em, I parkin' the whip
And I'm hoppin' out under the stars
They don't really want it but they really gonna get it
'Cause I'm in this too deep, bitch, I've come just too far
Itty bitty muthafuckas really be the ones
With the dreams of a drop top, never gonna pop off
Off top, I can think about a couple of muthafuckas
That wanna put a bullet in my lock-box
Hop off of my cock, bitch
You never gonna be me, see me, pussy-boy, flee me
Four deep in the G to the O-D-Z-I and the double-L-A, baby
Uh, and I'm back in this bitch
Flow game cold like a MAC in this bitch
Ain't nobody really wanna dance with the kid
Got the game fucked up, when I'm rappin' n' shit, like
How this, how this young muthafucka from the '86 really make these hits?
Bitch, I'm doin' my thing, I'm makin' a bag
A muthafucka really gotta think about his own damn biz man
For the bands, we gon' make 'em dance
I got business out in Cali, 'bout twelve hours 'til I land
Bitch, yo' music just ain't sellin', well, I guess that's just too bad
Though the come up was so tellin', what goes up must always land
You a fad, bitch
I can pay the bail, I will never tell on my dog
I was mixin' in, bakin' soda blend with the raw
Niggas fake as hell, actin' like you him, but you flawed