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

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

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

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

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

Slang a bunch of
Pull up in the new
Living like Gotti
Chopping bricks karate
Drink a 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 Emmett Till
Yeah,
Two cell phones at the same time
your ho, callin' from two different phones
Tell that bitch "leave me the alone!"
See, you fuck her wrong, and I fuck her
I got a love-hate relationship with
I'd rather pop an ollie, and my is a trolly
Boy, bury you like Halle
And these say I'm blind,
Cause I see nothin' wrong with a little bump and grind
Man I received a package
Them other niggas
And my pockets so fat, I'm startin' to contractions
And my cousin to jail for them chickens
And he already home and nigga must be snitchin'
Cut him off karate!

Slang a bunch of
Pull up in the new
like John Gotti
Chopping bricks like
Drink a bunch of
to the dope fiends
Blowing money, clean
Michael Jackson, Billy