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We gon' this right out
We gon' skate to one song and one only nigga!

Yeah!

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Fuckin' "Condom Style"? "Get jig on"?
You a nigga, put a wig on
I be goin H.A.M. till the pig gone
All this ice around my neck, I got a on!
Body Cass, put 'em in a bag
nigga, we should put you in a bodycast
Real nigga, all I is get a lot of cash
I took you hater niggas spot why you prolly mad!
My story, all guts,
Posted on the corner, Glock .40 on me
20 on me, me and my army
like none of y'all niggas can harm me
I came from the bottom they never make it at
With all my jewels on they ain't never takin'
Theres rules to the I ain't never breakin' that
And once you a statement, nigga, you can never take it back
You part of the game, nigga pardon the fame.
I got 30 in my clip I can park in your
this Rollie on my wrist cost some cars and change
We talking bike life, to put a park in my name
Just to ride on you niggas, or on you niggas
G550 when we glide on you niggas
Clyde on you niggas, homicide on you
I ain't had no rap, had no ties to you niggas, so
Why you suckas and talkin' 'bout what I'm makin'?
When I be out in Jamaica and ballin' like I'm a Laker
It's givers and it's takers, niggas is gettin faker
And I'm just gettin' richer I wake up and get my up!
Black Maserati, chinchillas from
Ten killers beside me, all lookin' ahkis
I nights on corners with beef and broccoli
Rice and gravy, now it's crazy cause got me
All AP, same watch as Jay-Z
Ballin' like I'm KD, how can niggas me?
If you ain't money nigga fuck you, pay me
with the top down and the A.C.
On, drawn, fuck is y'all
I'mma king you a pawn, lil nigga Don
The coke high, it cost 40 for a jawn
And 20 for a half lil nigga do the math
And you talkin' a battle rap, how you gon' handle that?
100 grand pussy nigga, you ain't got the tab for
You ain't got the for that, you the one we laughin' at
You ain't got half of that, they you up: Asthma attack
Bye clown, calm down you make me bomb now
Fucking all these superstars "Who Meek Milly bomb now?"
Went driving Bentleys to going half on pie pounds
You niggas need to die down, nigga: my town
I your car got re-poed
But this is bike life boy you got Deebo'd
Them Twitter niggas with your ego
You in the field tryna to God like Tebow
Naw that work nigga, that'll get you murked nigga
All-black Ghost nigga, looking a hearse nigga
Been a dead man, so I'mma dig you out the Earth
Just to your skeleton right back into the dirt nigga
you made this year? What you worth nigga?
I "Dreams & Nightmares," I made church nigga
I did "I'ma Boss," set the summer off
Man these old niggas mad at me they fallin' off!
Ha! Get your hate on
And we ain't talking larceny cause they all
And your goons riding witcha, they all mad
you ain't never put no food up in AR abs
My dog a body for ya, damn he didn't eat from it
Now you mad at Swizz cause you can't get a beat him
Once my niggas coming at you dog, we keep comin'
We ain't no Gump nigga, better keep runnin'
D.C. nigga, you P.C.
While you was scared, I was eatin' chichi
Talking to Tip about how we gon' beast these
All I know is bang, like that Chief Keef nigga
Got a matte black Aston, gold on it
Bitch looking like it got a pair of on it
Cashmere sweater, bunch of on it
All my guns come extends on it
Duck ? and hit up, tuck you lit up
Cause you looking like food my youngins to get up
Call you for a verse and you to write some shit up
Boom, high stick up, jumping all out the up, woah

You you fucked up right?
The "hustla"
You you fucked up right?
Man I doing this shit no more with you nut ass niggas
I came in the game, I ain't even a year nigga
I got more money all you hatin' ass old niggas put together
Y'all ain't do shit!
Talkin' all Philly shit
Y'all niggas ain't put no foreigns out nigga
All my niggas foreigns!
My niggas don't rap and drive better cars than you niggas
Coon copped 'Rari , you don't feel sorry for these bitch ass rappers!
You can't to Philly no more!
And not because of this, you was never comin' to Philly
You been here eight years you pussy ass nigga!