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

Yeah!

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Fuckin' "Condom Style"? "Get jig on"?
You a nigga, put a wig on
Nigga I be goin H.A.M. till the pig
All ice around my neck, I got a fridge 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 that's why you mad!
My story, all guts,
on the corner, Glock .40 tucked on me
20 years on me, me and my
like none of y'all niggas can harm me
I from the bottom where they never make it at
With all my jewels on they never takin' that
rules to the game I ain't never breakin' that
And you give a statement, nigga, you can never take it back
You lame of the game, nigga pardon the fame.
I got 30 in my I can park in your frame
Plus this Rollie on my wrist cost some cars and
We talking bike life, 'bout to put a in my name
to ride on you niggas, or slide on you niggas
G550 we glide on you niggas like
on you niggas, homicide on you nigga
I never had no rap, had no ties to you niggas, so
Why you suckas hatin' and talkin' 'bout I'm makin'?
When I be out in Jamaica and ballin' like I'm like a
It's givers and it's takers, these niggas is gettin
And I'm just gettin' richer I up and get my cake up!
Black Maserati, chinchillas Papi
Ten beside me, all lookin' like ahkis
I nights on corners with beef and broccoli
Rice and gravy, now it's cause Phillipe's got me
All AP, same watch as Jay-Z
Ballin' like I'm KD, how can niggas me?
If you ain't talkin' money nigga you, pay me
with the top down and the A.C.
On, drawn, fuck is doin'
I'mma you a pawn, lil nigga I'mma Don
The price high, it cost 40 for a jawn
And 20 for a half lil nigga do the math
And you talkin' bout a battle rap, how you gon' 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 pump you up: attack
Bye clown, calm down you make me bomb now
Fucking all these superstars like "Who Meek Milly now?"
Went from driving Bentleys to going on pie pounds
You niggas need to die down, Philly nigga: my
I your car got re-poed
But this is bike life boy you just got
Them Twitter niggas with your ego
You in the field turn to God like Tebow
Naw that won't work nigga, that'll get you murked
All-black Ghost nigga, looking like a hearse
Been a man, so I'mma dig you out the Earth nigga
Just to stuff your right back into the dirt nigga
What you made this What you worth nigga?
I dropped "Dreams & Nightmares," I made church
I did "I'ma Boss," youngin' set the off
Man these old niggas mad at me they fallin' off!
Ha! Get hate on Cass
And we ain't talking larceny cause they all
And your goons ain't witcha, they all mad
you ain't never put no food up in AR abs
My dog killed a for ya, damn he didn't eat from it
Now you mad at cause you can't get a beat from him
Once my niggas coming at you dog, we gon' keep
We ain't no Forest Gump nigga, keep runnin'
D.C. nigga, you P.C.
you was scared, I was eatin' chichi nigga
Talking to Tip about how we gon' beast these
All I is bang bang, like that Chief Keef nigga
Got a matte black Aston, rims on it
Bitch looking like it got a pair of on it
sweater, bunch of Jims on it
All my guns come with on it
Duck ? and hit up, tuck you lit up
Cause you looking food my youngins ready to get up
Call you for a verse and tell you to write some up
Boom, high stick up, all out the pick up, woah

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