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Aye everything ain't what it
Ride dirty when I'm
Best check that disrespect unless you want it with the
Put a address on that shit, who you talm 'bout? What you
Wanna see me in the street, better some extra magazine
All flexin' and that poppin' you be doin' for the hoes
I would run up with them choppa give it to you and them
I for sure stunt, keep dough coming
Man them suckas trouble to me, I ain't know nothin'
Go!

Aye listen to me brah, bring that bullshit to me brah
Ain't no back and forth my nigga with me, I'm torture niggas
Don't go to war unless your money right, full of money
not a 1 in sight, right
Aye look I can't a gun fight, but I can afford a one life
All of that sucka shit, you and now you so upset
All that shit you kick around the city, get you no
I know a rap beef what you want, that shit I peeped
You a gangsta get some money out the street then
in in the game 11 years, if I was such a ho
Nigga I done been 10 years ago
been robbed, never got my chain took
Never even been hit in my face, you don't look!
If lookin' at me back when I was trigger happy
wasn't no shoutin' matches I just got to gettin' at em'

Aye everything ain't it seem
Ride dirty I'm clean
Best check that disrespect you want it with the king
Put a on that shit, who you talm 'bout? What you mean?
Wanna see me in the street, better bring extra magazine
All that flexin and poppin you be doin' for them hoes
I would run up with that choppa give it to you and them
I for sure stunt, that dough coming
Man them talkin' tough but trust me, they ain't on nothin'
Go!

I swear to God day another fuck nigga
why I just get that paper and be like Fuck niggas
Sucka nigga, you tough but now you done some
I'm done talkin' push you gun wanna run
Hate to turn yo TV on week and see my family hustle
And everbody in yo street just see your struggle
What happened brah, guess your connect just be fuck'em dog
No money when I see you I see at all
That cheque I'm chasin' never mind them hater rapper
Make they sticky like a now-and-later wrapper
Been fuckin' city's up, shit ain't shit to us
Keep on, I show folks on tape how you a sittin' duck

Aye everything ain't it seem
Ride when I'm clean
Bet y'ain't disrespect unless you want it with the king
Put a address on that shit, who he 'bout? What you mean?
see me in the street, better bring some extra magazine
All that flexin and that poppin you be for the hoes
I would run up with them choppa give it to you and hoes
I for sure stunt, keep that coming
Man them talkin trouble to me, I ain't know nothin'
Go!