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Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga
Yeah, fuck nigga, yeah
(430 Deathless, "Who the hell is Carlos?")
Yeah, ay, ay
Pussy nigga, you left that lil' bitch everything
And I left everything in her face
Boy, I don't give no fuck about nann nigga feelings, no way
About how I did they Dame
Nigga, in every situation I'm Jay
I gave a hard knock to ya bae
Reasonably doubt a nigga in they face
Throw up the Roc when I walk away
I don't know nann fuck nigga that can see me
I don't know nann bitch that ain't wanna eat me
I don't know nann one of y'all niggas claim that we friends
Just to get in the section and meet me
Groupie ass lil' nigga
Pick a side then switch and slap the shit out one of you niggas
Fanned out like these bitches
I always knew you was better as an electrician
Nigga, I got these hos going brazy
I'm fucking her face and you gave her a baby
And your jit over here like this lame nigga raised me
Nigga ask your lil' dime if I'm the one you should play with
On my soul, yeah, you niggas be crazy
All my life, y'all fuck niggas hated
Nigga none in this life fair, we was faded
We grew up jumpin' niggas you had to save 'em
Grew up hustlin' nigga I had to have it
Nigga want new shoes, but I want the Wagon
Created my first rack then I caught the habit
It was just me and Breeze, with a brick of weed
In an Oldsmobile wit' an assassin (uh-huh)
Bitch, pop that ass for the captain
Looking like her titties too hard and firm
When the top come off then I'm dashing, uh
Got the Roman Rollie, necklace hockey goalie froze
Give an Oscar-worth performance when that pot get on that stove
I see you niggas lying dormant, now they knocking at my door like
This shit on the floor, nigga
I'm in the Mercedes drop
You look like you not getting paid a lot
I'm dressing like I'm getting paid to shop
You're lucky your grandmama prayed a lot
You probably wouldn't have made it off of the block
'Cause you lil niggas not brave enough
Tekken kick a nigga out of the section
If the nigga ain't came with us
Nah, I'm never gon' save her
I have a hole in the trap
Break it down, hold a brick of the fin with a razor
Know that these niggas be sick of the way that we ballin'
This shit is contagious
Fuck on this bitch and I said it right back to the nigga
I be goin' through phases
Ask my show, little nigga, I'm one of them ones on the streets, see the cages
Bad little bitch tryna put this dick on the tongue, she say it's amazing
I pay for lawyer and bonds, so he gon' hop out with a drink, I'm gonna shake it
I'm pluggin' up the money count, I'm makin' it run like I'm finna break it
Broke-ass nigga
I never been a jeweler, but I sell a lot of ice
Lil' bro, I pull up, do you off a scooter for a price?
He just wanted a 50, so I sent it overnight
Bitch, show me that you love me, take this 50 on the floor (ay)
Under the G when I'm jumpin' them grips
One of the ones, I come from the 6
Sound of a gun, residue under my thumbs
Got my fingers numb, I said tips
Gunning through clips, diamond through slips
50 Round drum on the switch
Dead of a G.O. before I signed up
Already knew where the comers and shit
Money and murder, Glocks blazing
Vacant lots, cops chasing
Sous chef in the kitchen, that's an awful lot of pot scrapers
Sip and serve
Mixed with the aneo, have my vision blurred
On the road, two bricks and boy and girl
We call that him and hers
Come the gang, know they with this shit
For me, they gon' jump the curb
And he don't run shit, but it's mom
Nigga must ain't get the word
Nephew looking at a 105
Got some real hell block money ties
Pressing up on the outskirts
But we still cook 'em up sunny side