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

Slang a bunch of
Pull up in the new
Living like Gotti
bricks like karate
Drink a bunch of
to the dope fiends
Blowing money, clean
Michael Jackson, Jean

Got a round a young nigga neck
Got a bitch pulling up in a vet
Smoke a lot of and I have a lot of sex
Had to the grind up, ran up my check
Bitch 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, nigga splurge
Pop a Ace of Spade bottle, sip a lot of
Keep a young nigga workin' gotta a K
take a phone call, hustle everyday

Slang a of narcotics
up in the new 'rarri
Living like John
Chopping bricks karate
Drink a bunch of
Serving to the fiends
Blowing money, clean
Michael Jackson, Billy

Whipping up a cake, just to go and a spider
Young nigga play with keys, like a type
Al Capone, John Gotti was a nigga
I was snitching, I can put it on the Bible
In a 4 door beamer, driving a rifle
Nigga you at, nigga we go pull up on ya
Young Bitch looking 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
Send it from Lil Mexico & Let me Work
I can get 36 for a clean

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

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

Slang a bunch of
up in the new 'rarri
Living like John
Chopping like karate
Drink a of codeine
Serving to the fiends
Blowing money, clean
Michael Jackson, Jean