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I'm proud of myself, motherfucker I done it
In first class they ask me what I do
Had a stove, microwave and a blender too
Pull up
Simon Says (By Simon)
Most of them man been saved by feds
(It's feds)
It's nothin' to do it again
I've seen a white tee get soaked up red
(Soaked)
Control
'bout cocaine (what you think?)
When the plug throw me action, I let my man quarterback it
Looked up and all that stackin' got us both paid (both paid)
Lucas did
Went and got my own drugs
Taped up by my nuts on the plane, Cali buzz
Soon as I hit the hood
I ain't showing Cali love
Everything for
call me up, you need it? yeah
You Never had no nigga fuck you like that and you feining yeah
Check me out nigga, I did 25k off like three albums by
the street
Hypnotize, stackin' riches and you
Ain't got a dime
Poppin' slugs into snitches cuz
I ain't doin' time
Project Pat, I'm in this mutha
I know you
[Chorus-16x]
These niggas got me fucked up
[1st verse]
These niggas got me fucked up
I'm down for my crown mane
If I go out
I go out on yo' ass mane
fucked up shit
Ok tatted like I'm Weezy
Free my nigga Freezy
My bitch needs me like air
She a thot won't ever leave me
Used to slang by the store you
got a gun
But see the diamonds dance
These niggas really screaming free a snitch
Bro fry them pigs
Damn I love the sound up on this beat
What that's
got to keep on
I swear I'm not the type of guy that you can lead on
Sipping Wockhardt I ain't have no one to lean on
Grew up near projects where they
shit ain't fake, I gotta break and get the fuck by from this murder case
For chill this shit is cool to rap about but see to me it ain't no fun when
of being fed up thinking
Heavily I breeze and end up even better, seeing measures, greedy beggar
With the speedy setup, redeveloped, now I keep it mellow
with niggas, never did, why would I lie
Big dawg who, you got me fucked up, that nigga know he tried
I move by results, not by friends or things that's
when dude got jugged with a knife
Shit got hot, T on the run, D layin' low
K bossed up in the Butler makin' butter slangin' coke
Me and Jo, scoring
[Jay-Z] Turn the motherfucking music up
[Cam'Ron] Just Blaze, man. You owe me nigga
[Jay-Z] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Welcome to the Empire State.
disrespectful
Y'all know I don't care 'bout these niggas
Happy New Year
Tekashi got snatched by the feds, he done
I'm like, "Damn, why they doin' that to 50
run the fade he ain't conditioned
When I hit up three Gs with intuition
Sorry son but this ain't no competition
And n****s swear they got the most
to breathe
If you believe, then you can achieve, just look at me
Against all odds, though life is hard we carry on
Livin' in the projects, broke with no
I was like Fresh
Poppa raised me to chess moves
And though your gone I'm not bitter you left me prepared
We got divided by the years, but I got
deep on the block and you got me locked down
In this cold, cold world
Yo, no time to freeze, undercovers ease up in Grand Prixs
And seize packages
Got got-boohoo
My white tee from boohoo
Was bought for me, by my boo-who-do what it do
I been the truth
Chuuch, uh
Dripping for no reason I'm just in
Breaking down some reefa
Rolling up a sweeta
Riding through the streeta
Cheifing like heata
Reefa got me nizzoid
All because them blue boys
Searching by
the Patek not the static
Gucci wrap your toe up, got retarded with my daddy
All they seen was red bottoms bleeding by the casket
Perkys got me focused, I
on properly?
You know, hittin' them kush ups
Puff, puff, pass, nigga project Pat
Nasty Man, Bun B, let's go
Puff, puff, puff, pass
Puff, puff, puff, pass
Puff,
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