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

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

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
nigga get money, nigga get that
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, young splurge
Pop a Ace of Spade bottle, sip a lot of
Keep a young nigga workin' gotta a K
I'ma a phone call, hustle everyday

Slang a bunch of
Pull up in the new
Living like John
bricks like karate
Drink a bunch of
to the dope fiends
Blowing money, stay
Jackson, Billy Jean

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

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

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

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