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

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

Got a Panamera round a young nigga
Got a young pulling up in a vet
a lot of kush and I have a lot of sex
Had to the grind up, ran up my check
Bitch nigga get money, get that
Roll a blunt of chronic, nigga a lot of crack
You can hit a nigga line, order you want
I can whoop a Maserati, pulling up a
50,000 on yo watch, nigga splurge
Pop a Ace of bottle, sip a lot of syrup
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 like karate
a bunch of codeine
Serving to the fiends
Blowing money, clean
Michael Jackson, Jean

Whipping up a cake, just to go and a spider
Young nigga play with keys, like a writer
Al Capone, Gotti was a nigga idol
I was never snitching, I can put it on the
In a 4 door beamer, driving a rifle
Nigga you at, nigga we go pull up on ya
Young Bitch like Janet in the 80's
We was grinding up from a tube and a
Got the dripping wet like a Jheri curl
Got a cup and its full of syrup
it over from Lil Mexico & Let me Work
I can get 36 for a shirt

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

Pop a lot of pills
'Bout to put rims on my skateboard
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 with Molly
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' with a little bump and grind
Man I just a package
Them other niggas
And my pockets so fat, I'm startin' to feel
And my cousin went to jail for chickens
And he already home and that nigga be snitchin'
Cut him off karate!

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