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We gon' knock right out
We gon' skate to one 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 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, Glock .40 on me
20 on me, me and my army
like none of y'all niggas can harm me
I came the bottom where they never make it at
With all my jewels on they never takin' that
Theres to the game I ain't never breakin' that
And once you give a statement, nigga, you can never it back
You lame part of the game, pardon the fame.
I got 30 in my clip I can park in frame
Plus this Rollie on my wrist some cars and change
We talking bike life, to put a park in my name
Just to on you niggas, or slide on you niggas
G550 when we glide on you like
Clyde on you niggas, homicide on you
I never 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' I'm like a Laker
It's and it's takers, these niggas is gettin faker
And I'm just gettin' I wake up and get my cake up!
Black Maserati, from Papi
Ten beside me, all lookin' like ahkis
I nights on corners with beef and broccoli
Rice and gravy, now it's crazy Phillipe's got me
All gold AP, same as Jay-Z
like I'm KD, how can niggas play me?
If you talkin' money nigga fuck you, pay me
Drophead with the top and the A.C.
On, drawn, fuck is y'all
I'mma king you a pawn, lil nigga Don
The coke price high, it cost 40 for a
And like 20 for a half lil nigga do the
And you talkin' bout a battle rap, how you handle that?
100 grand pussy nigga, you ain't got the tab for
You got the stacks for that, you the one we laughin' at
You ain't got of that, they pump you up: Asthma attack
Bye clown, down 'fore you make me bomb now
all these superstars like "Who Meek Milly bomb now?"
Went from driving to going half on pie pounds
You niggas need to die down, Philly nigga: my
I heard car got re-poed
But is bike life boy you just got Deebo'd
Them Twitter niggas fucking with ego
You in the tryna turn to God like Tebow
Naw that won't work nigga, get you murked nigga
All-black nigga, looking like a hearse nigga
Been a dead man, so dig you out the Earth nigga
Just to stuff your skeleton back into the dirt nigga
What you this year? What you worth nigga?
I dropped "Dreams & Nightmares," I made nigga
I did "I'ma Boss," set the summer off
Man these old niggas mad at me cause they off!
Ha! Get hate on Cass
And we ain't larceny cause they all trash
And your ain't riding witcha, they all mad
Cause you never put no food up in AR abs
My dog killed a body for ya, damn he didn't eat it
Now you mad at Swizz you can't get a beat from him
my niggas coming at you dog, we gon' 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 beast these niggas
All I know is bang bang, like Chief Keef nigga
Got a black Aston, gold rims on it
Bitch looking like it got a pair of on it
Cashmere sweater, bunch of on it
All my guns come with on it
? and hit up, tuck nigga you lit up
Cause you looking like food my ready to get up
Call you for a verse and you to write some shit up
Boom, high stick up, all out the pick up, woah

You know you fucked up
The "hustla"
You know you up right?
Man I ain't doing 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 ain't do shit!
Talkin' all this shit
Y'all ain't put no foreigns out here nigga
All my drive foreigns!
My niggas don't even rap and drive better cars than you
Coon copped that 'Rari , you don't feel sorry for these ass rappers!
You can't come to no more!
And not even because of this, you was never comin' to
You been living eight years you pussy ass nigga!