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There's good niggas, bad talking bout who they sleep with He killed a nigga in a But he couldn't no secrets no good for your defenses He's steady that chopper When cops got him in that precinct when he fell to pieces Name all in those Signed a recording deal with majors He's all of your capers While you's down all that data Tryna get right with his He was givin' to his neighbors like CPR, oh my god Goodness,
30 keys, 100 keys, Your a star But the police is his And he got a bitch And her favorite rapper from But she too In her Gucci bag is camera oh no, oh no What you tell that Oh no, oh no What you show bitch? Oh no, oh no Why you look so Oh no, oh no 'Cause over with
In the stripclub with agents Not the that was takin' pictures But main one that you came with off all his entertainment He was recordin' all of statements He was takin' all of your back to the evidence room While you was all in his faces You was losing all of your cases, all of your cases You was with them bitches but losing all of your cases no rules at all in the matrix Ain't no truth and nothin' sacred you're the only one with that paper People moving all in places looking for
30 keys, 100 keys, Your a star But the police is his And he got a bitch And her rapper from Canada But she too In her bag is that camera oh no, oh no What you that bitch? Oh no, oh no What you that bitch? Oh no, oh no Why you so sick? Oh no, oh no 'Cause over with