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You know, this just some real nigga shit, a real story
You what I'm saying?

a bunch of narcotics
Pull up in the new
like John Gotti
Chopping bricks karate
Drink a of codeine
Serving to the fiends
Blowing money, stay
Michael Jackson, Billy

Got a Panamera round a nigga neck
Got a young pulling up in a vet
Smoke a lot of kush and I a lot of sex
Had to the grind up, ran up my check
nigga get money, nigga get that
Roll a of chronic, nigga sell a lot of crack
You can hit a line, order what you want
I can a Maserati, pulling up a donk
50,000 on yo watch, young splurge
Pop a Ace of Spade bottle, sip a lot of
Keep a young nigga gotta bus' a K
I'ma a phone call, hustle everyday

Slang a bunch of
up in the new 'rarri
Living like Gotti
Chopping bricks karate
a bunch of codeine
Serving to the dope
Blowing money, stay
Michael Jackson, Billy

Whipping up a cake, just to go and a spider
Young play with keys, like a type writer
Al Capone, John was a nigga idol
I was snitching, I can put it on the Bible
In a 4 door beamer, driving a rifle
Nigga where you at, nigga we go up on ya
Young Bitch looking like in the 80's
We was grinding up from a tube and a
Got the girl dripping wet like a curl
Got a styrofoam cup and its full of
Send it over from Lil & Let me Work
I can get 36 for a clean

a bunch of narcotics
Pull up in the new
Living like John
Chopping like karate
a bunch of codeine
Serving to the dope
money, stay clean
Michael Jackson, Jean

Pop a lot of pain
to put rims on my skateboard wheels
Beat that up like Emmett Till
Yeah,
Two cell ringin' at the same time
That's your ho, from two different phones
Tell that bitch "leave me the alone!"
See, you her wrong, and I fuck her long
I got a love-hate relationship with
I'd pop an ollie, and my dick is a trolly
Boy, I'll bury you Halle
And these say I'm blind,
Cause I don't see nothin' wrong with a little bump and
Man I just a package
other niggas taxin'
And my pockets so fat, I'm startin' to contractions
And my cousin to jail for them chickens
And he already home and that nigga be snitchin'
Cut him off karate!

a bunch of narcotics
Pull up in the new
like John Gotti
Chopping bricks karate
Drink a bunch of
to the dope fiends
Blowing money, stay
Michael Jackson, Jean