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Where the fuck that lighter at?
Right here
(Yeah, yeah)
You a'ight?
(Ceg-ball trippin' on this one) come on, nigga
Alright, let's do it (alright, let's do it)
We gettin' paid like Baby and 'em (we gettin' paid like Baby and 'em)
Niggas be thinkin' the drugs be havin' me trippin'
That's really what's savin' 'em (no, that's really what's savin' 'em niggas)
Gon' be a bad day, somebody spilled my cup
I don't wanna get out of my element
(I don't wanna get out of my character)
Bitches be thinkin' a nigga be dumb
Why is this bitch tryin' to tell me she celibate?
(Why is this bitch tryin' to say that shit? Huh)
All of that rap cap shit be irrelevant
I don't be makin' up shit in my songs
(I don't be makin' up shit in my songs)
And I can name a few niggas I'm better than
Cash said, "Keep on goin', this rap shit easy" (Moe said, "Keep on goin'")
I'm puttin' the game in a choke (keep on goin')
Bitches keep askin' me why I ain't broke
(Bitches keep askin' me why I ain't broke)
Yeah, fly as hell
I just wear Rick Owen jeans and a dirty-ass Carhartt coat (come on)
This my last day sippin' the drank
It be a minute, I quit on the Percs (it be a minute, I get on my Percs)
I had to stay down and wait my time
It was a minute 'fore I came in first (it was a minute 'fore I came in first)
He need a feature, I need 5000 before next summer
It's ten for a verse (before next summer)
They always told me to kill 'em with kindness
Nowadays, I like to hit where it hurt (nowadays, huh, huh)
I'm goin' up, niggas ain't stoppin' the shit
Humble, but lately I'm poppin' the shit
(Humble, but lately I'm poppin' my shit)
Nigga, I'm doin' this shit for the fam'
Doin' this shit for my daughter and shit
(Doin' this shit for my youngin)
I'm gettin' my life back in place
Tryin' to get it in order and shit (nah, come on)
I'ma get everything I ever wanted
I'm makin' enough to buy all of that shit
(Makin' enough to buy all of that shit)
I can't go back
Alright, let's do it
We gettin' paid like Baby and 'em (we gettin' paid like Baby and 'em)
Niggas be thinkin' the drugs be havin' me trippin'
That's really what's savin' 'em (that's really what's savin' 'em niggas)
Gon' be a bad day, somebody spilled my cup
I don't wanna get out of my element
(I don't wanna get out of my character)
Bitches be thinkin' a nigga be dumb
Why is this bitch tryin' to tell me she celibate?
(Why is this bitch tryin' to say that shit? Huh)
All of that rap cap shit be irrelevant
I don't be makin' up shit in my songs
(I don't be makin' up shit in my songs)
And I can name a few niggas I'm better than
Cash said, "Keep on goin', this rap shit easy" (Moe said, "Keep on goin'")
I'm puttin' the game in a choke
Bitches keep askin' me why I ain't broke
(Bitches keep askin' me why I ain't broke)
Yeah, fly as hell
I just wear Rick Owen jeans and a dirty-ass Carhartt coat (come on)