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These pussy ass rappers I don't like them
And I'm a real nigga I'm nothing like them
Like them, nothing like them
Smash on site if we don't like them
Straight out of Memphis, the gutter part
From a quarter pound of weed to a brick of hard
Shout out to God, I'm triple blessed
A hundred niggas want to kill me and I ain't dead yet
I love my hood, we Taliban
Military mob, rich crip
I'm real rich and reckless call me triple R
That phantom ghost a quarter million dollar car
I ain't a star, like Ricky Ross
I'm a I-N-E nigga, bitch I'm the boss
You throw a cross, off with your head
Your niggas going state, my niggas going fed
My money long, you niggas money scared
It run and hide when it see bigger bread
Die for my pride, ride for my guys
Look in my eyes, then you will realize that
These pussy ass rappers I don't like them
And I'm a real nigga I'm nothing like them
Niggas hating on him but the bitches like him
And it's smash on site if we don't like them
These pussy ass rappers I don't like them
And I'm a real nigga I'm nothing like them
Niggas hating on him but the bitches like him
And it's smash on site if we don't like them
Lex Luger on the beat so what the fuck you think
Niggas talking like they gangster but I know they ain't
Hundred pound of kush let me show you how to do it
Soon as I get my sack I'm a run straight through it
Nigga on my phone bout to rush a
If I hit when he already knew it
In my head saying Gotti don't do it
Hearing niggas in the feds trying to make me go through it
Couple million dollars I done already blew it
G4 planes I done already flew it
We're not the same, we're not congruent
Shirt Ralph Lauren but the shoes by Louis
Birds in the coupe I done already flew it
Shots in the Glock I already threw it
Yo Gotti in this bitch with all his ice on