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Yeah, nigaas finished yo
Is y'all finished
Got your little radio play your BDS, huh
You nigga, huh huh, y'all finished
Can I live, huh
Can I live, Joe your bein' stingy the music bin yo

Yo, yo, yo, I blacks out, I pulls the out
Scream "what's that about," I clap out
I get my plot on, in my on
Through the rotten, don't even hate on those who me
I got on, feelin' it (feelin' it)
Chickens are ice it
Cops pullin' it over, react militant
Speed off, officer told me to turn the off
I it a level higher, then return the devils fire
I'm different, reactin' situations
Niggas lay stiff and, rookies it on the age difference
My subliminal create criminal O's
Sing along if you with me, til the end of the
I'm cynical when in the view of the
And this is because, I'm when I'm in interviews
The percentage who don't understand is higher than the who do
Check yourself, what percentage is

Can I
For all my niggas with all white air force ones and black guns, stack yo
Can I
For all my chicks, pigeons, stand bow legged like the bulldog, know what
I mean,
Can I
To all the ce-lo champs, two green dice and one red stop the and roll
yo
Can I
To all my niggas who drink Hennesy straight, cop mix tapes, and sell

I got the feds me letters 'cause I'm schooling the youth
But they can't lock me 'cause my tool is the truth
Yeah I sold drugs for a living, that's a
Why is it? why don't y'all try to the neighborhoods I lived in
My been through hell, my neighborhood is crime central
Where cops lock you more than try to you
I you to the limit when I'm needing the wealth
And all I see is cycle just repeatin' itself
Ran into shorty boppin' the ave
On his way to mad then
He to show me a block of slab and said

Hey yo there's I there I just gotta have
When I catch up to these feinds I'm'a knock 'em on ass
Not to brag, sometimes I look at life and
How I think school and it taught me not a ?
I backed out, let one one, let the barrel turn
Holla at you fagots its my block to burn
That credit you dead it, I know heads gettin' and knew all
About a dope before reading Donald goings
boying, using the right cut
One thing that's fucked up is bad dope that I can't
This slab gotta re-up and re-bag, it in with the raw
it fast cop more, once I get it I got it I lock it
Nobody pop shit, selling twenties on my bitch
For some shit
you want nigga, what you want nigga
What you want, what you nigga

Can I
To all my niggas that hold coke and they coat
Tryin' to win in the construction yo
Can I live,
Yo USA, all my that strip, boo's, go to the store with the dewy pins still in
All my chicks with the credit scams, two kids, one job, and no man
All my chicks gettin' that washing set with their welfare
All the mommies besa, alright?
All my niggas rockin' them fifty cats, tryin' to get at rap
Know I mean?
All my with open cases, big cars, and no licenses, I like that shit
I'll see
All my niggas say pause after they say some fucked up shit
Rock on and uh, shit, Rockafella forever yo
Coins, yeah,
Memph Bleek