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Shut the fuck up, motherfucker Shut the fuck up What you waiting for, man Open your fucking face, nigga There ain't no handouts Had to get up on that road and swerve Up on that band route Niggas talking like they him, but I'm The man now Joke's up, do him like the Joker, leave Em face frown Hold on, listen to me when I speak this This is not an anthem or a rant or a Sneak diss Just a little moment, that's a side of the Truth Couple niggas changed on me, man, I Thought they was troops But I don't give a fuck, I had it, baby, Mama on my left nut Put some phones up in her name and Fuck her credit up I'm really one of one, they say the Chosen one Oh, you losing, huh Worry about that bitch, you looking Stupid, huh Ayy, fast car, watch me push this bitch Like a NASCAR A.Peezy right behind me we on our Way just to crack cards Been on my John since a little kid, ain't Gotta act hard I done squabbled a lot of opps, and They gon' tell you I got mad parks Ayy, thank his shit sweet, we gon' pop Tarts Who is he? He is not that guy, tell him Knock it off Niggas be like some blank screens, I Cant see it all I been touched him before the Plumbing even popped off We cracking codes for the dough, There ain't no handouts Had to get up on that road and swerve Up on that band route Niggas talking like they him, but I'm The man now Joke's up, do him like the Joker, leave Em face frown We cracking codes for the dough, There ain't no handouts Had to get up on that road and swerve Up on that band route Niggas talking like they him, but I'm The man now Joke's up, do him like the Joker, leave Em face frown I heard some niggas don't like me, but It's fuckin' dope See him face to face, I get it crackin Cause I ain't runnin', look, I ain't Never been robbed I just been snaked by some fake bros, I Ain't goin' for none And you can bet it like it's 10 to 4 Ayy, T.T. got that pack in here, strut it Up Put a hand on me and this bitch and We gon' swirl you up The homie looking timid in the whip, Then he can't go with us We doin' anything for the chili, ain't No ho, nah Ayy, fuck that, watch me count this Chip in my black map Remember all them days I rode the bus And I ain't had cash Now we cracking codes for the dough, I got the last laugh 10k, Buddha on your neck, that ain't No grams SB's on my feet, they cost 350 Fly out in a bitch, you can keep them Boof ass Yeezy's Rockstar gander on my middle name, should be greedy John Cena do em like a beast, these niggas can't see me We cracking codes for the dough, There ain't no handouts Had to get up on that road and swerve Up on that band route Niggas talking like they him, but I'm The man now Joke's up, do him like the Joker, leave Em face frown We cracking codes for the dough, There ain't no handouts Had to get up on that road and swerve Up on that band route Niggas talking like they him, but I'm The man now Joke's up, do him like the Joker, leave Him face frown