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We gon' 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 H.A.M. till the pig gone
All this ice 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 spot that's why you prolly mad!
My story, all guts,
Posted on the corner, .40 tucked on me
20 years on me, me and my
Feelin' like none of y'all can harm me
I came from the bottom where they never it at
With all my jewels on they ain't never that
Theres to the game I ain't never breakin' that
And you give a statement, nigga, you can never take it back
You lame part of the game, nigga the fame.
I got 30 in my clip I can park in frame
Plus this Rollie on my cost some cars and change
We talking bike life, 'bout to put a in my name
Just to on you niggas, or slide on you niggas
when we glide on you niggas like
Clyde on you niggas, on you nigga
I never had no rap, had no ties to you niggas, so
Why you suckas hatin' and talkin' 'bout what I'm
When I be out in Jamaica and like I'm like a Laker
It's givers and it's takers, these niggas is faker
And I'm just richer I wake up and get my cake up!
Black Maserati, chinchillas from
Ten killers beside me, all like ahkis
I remember on corners with beef and broccoli
Rice and gravy, now it's cause Phillipe's got me
All gold AP, watch as Jay-Z
like I'm KD, how can niggas play me?
If you ain't talkin' money nigga you, pay me
Drophead with the top and the A.C.
On, drawn, fuck is doin'
king you a pawn, lil nigga I'mma Don
The coke price high, it 40 for a jawn
And like 20 for a half lil nigga do the
And you talkin' a battle rap, how you gon' handle that?
100 grand nigga, you ain't got the tab for that
You ain't got the stacks for that, you the one we at
You ain't got half of that, they pump you up: attack
Bye clown, calm 'fore you make me bomb now
Fucking all these like "Who Meek Milly bomb now?"
from 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 boy you just got Deebo'd
Them Twitter fucking with your ego
You in the tryna turn to God like Tebow
Naw that work nigga, that'll get you murked nigga
All-black Ghost nigga, looking like a nigga
Been a man, so I'mma dig you out the Earth nigga
to stuff your skeleton 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 talking larceny cause they all trash
And your ain't riding witcha, they all mad
Cause you ain't never put no up in AR abs
My dog killed a for ya, damn he didn't eat from it
Now you mad at Swizz you can't get a beat from him
Once my niggas coming at you dog, we gon' keep
We ain't no Gump nigga, better keep runnin'
D.C. nigga, you P.C.
While you was scared, I was eatin' nigga
to Tip about how we gon' beast these niggas
All I know is bang bang, like that Chief Keef
Got a matte black Aston, gold on it
Bitch looking like it got a of Timbs on it
Cashmere sweater, bunch of on it
All my guns come extends on it
Duck ? and hit up, nigga you lit up
Cause you looking like food my ready to get up
Call you for a verse and tell you to some shit up
Boom, high stick up, jumping all out the up, woah

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