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Ego bigger than your waistline, you think you too good for a show
Said we fucked up in the game but a pussy scared to play
Been trying to bite my
out for me (where she at?)
Point her out for me (there she go)
Now come on, girl, you know what we came here for
Is you a tip drill, we need a tip
B. Redd The Composer on the beat and the track
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I'm just an American nigga, Don't need no foreign
Reppin Charlotte but I came from Laurens
Went
pussy wasn't good, I would've been left her (I would've been left her)
Don't give a fuck about you, I give a fuck about me
Don dada, Rastafarian,
down the street where BIG got shot
I hunt you
And the very next day where Pac met his fate
It's how we live our life, surrounded by Che
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Where
The other eight had to be baking soda by itself
So papi fuck you, you dead now, I'm off to the bank
With those bricks in a bookbag and a stolen Jag I just
Tell me if you know someone that needs (Jesus, Lord)
Now we've been through a lot of things
Tell me if you know someone that needs (Jesus, Lord)
understood finally
If you want to come and get it you know where to find me
'Cause I don't got no time for anyone who be tryin' me
Know if they don't
fresh on the scene, I’m back where I’m supposed to be
I do it anyway I like because it’s close to me
Showing, I’m flowing, I gotta get goin
Labeled
We gonna break this down and roll a blunt
YEAH
Since the seventh grade I was told I would never excel
Hopeless, I would either be dead or in jail
Could Man I Probably Would Flirt With All Ya'll
Yeah, Yeah Homie U Say She Yo Girlfriend
But When I Step Up To Her I'm Be Like Cousin
Believe Me Man, This
beg, that niggas learn a way, to see bullshit and turn away
But until then forget it let's all pretend that we living good
Make a couple dollars like
Whatever billion ima be still askin where the weed at
Hits lots of clubs take lots of shots of patron
Hold my middle finger up tell haters to get the fuck
of the righteous to be lost
They said, By Allah
Indeed Allah has preferred you above us, and we have certainly been sinners
He said, There is no blame on you this
Now who I am is who I'll be until I die
Either accept it or don't fuck with it
But if we gon' be dogs then you stuck with it
Let me go my way but
bullies
But I should be strong as fuck for this
I would ask if I was good
They would understood
But they say they grow up in hoods
When they're fuckin'
The she was getting mutted by the whole damn crew
What would she do?
What would she do?
(What's your name?)
T-Good
(What you do?)
I'm a plumber
(How you do
really want is for you to be here too
The years go by so fast
I thought they would last
But now I'm dancing with
The Ghost of Christmas Past
the view?
When did my words
Cease to mean
Anything at you?
Where'd the music go?
Hypocritical
I'll be forgotten by next year
But Right now I have the mic
Now who I am is who I'll be until I die
Either accept it or don't fuck with it
But if we gon' be dogs then you stuck with it
Let me go my way but
would swear it's your birthday
Saturday you don't wanna be around now
No frowns can be found on Thursday
Yes sir
If you're lookin' at the forecast and ya
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Now, niggas salute me, bitches salute me
The block salute me, the hood salute me
You should salute me, they should salute me
So fuck who
thing
If you cross me once, no going back
I done lost so much homies I'm losing track
As we get older, time flies by fast
So ima live every moment like
father, I just felt I wasn't enough
I think he wanted me to play football and be tough
He just wanted to have a normal bond with his son
But by the time I
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