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We knock this 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. 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 know is get a lot of
I took you hater niggas spot that's why you mad!
My story, all guts,
Posted on the corner, Glock .40 on me
20 years on me, me and my
Feelin' like none of y'all can harm me
I came the bottom where they never make it at
With all my jewels on they ain't never that
Theres to the game I ain't never breakin' that
And once you give a statement, nigga, you can never take it
You lame part of the game, nigga the fame.
I got 30 in my I can park in your frame
Plus this Rollie on my wrist 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
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 'bout what I'm makin'?
I be out in Jamaica and ballin' like I'm like a Laker
It's givers and takers, these niggas is gettin faker
And I'm just gettin' richer I up and get my cake up!
Maserati, chinchillas from Papi
Ten killers beside me, all lookin' ahkis
I remember nights on corners beef and broccoli
and gravy, now it's crazy cause Phillipe's got me
All gold AP, same as Jay-Z
Ballin' like I'm KD, how can niggas me?
If you ain't talkin' money fuck you, pay me
with the top down and the A.C.
On, drawn, fuck is y'all
I'mma you a pawn, lil nigga I'mma Don
The price high, it cost 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 got the stacks for that, you the one we laughin' at
You ain't got half of that, they pump you up: Asthma
Bye clown, down 'fore you make me bomb now
Fucking all these superstars like "Who Meek bomb now?"
from driving Bentleys to going half on pie pounds
You niggas need to die down, Philly nigga: my
I heard your car got
But this is bike boy you just got Deebo'd
Twitter niggas fucking with your ego
You in the field tryna to God like Tebow
Naw that won't work nigga, that'll get you murked
All-black Ghost nigga, like a hearse nigga
Been a dead man, so I'mma dig you out the Earth
Just to stuff your skeleton back into the dirt nigga
What you made this year? What you worth
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 hate on Cass
And we ain't talking larceny they all trash
And your goons ain't 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 cause you can't get a beat him
Once my niggas coming at you dog, we gon' keep
We ain't no Forest Gump nigga, better keep
D.C. nigga, you P.C.
While you was scared, I was eatin' chichi
Talking to Tip how we gon' beast these niggas
All I know is bang bang, like that Chief Keef
Got a matte Aston, gold rims on it
Bitch looking like it got a of Timbs on it
sweater, bunch of Jims on it
All my guns come with on it
Duck ? and hit up, tuck you lit up
you looking like food my youngins ready to get up
Call you for a verse and tell you to write some up
Boom, high stick up, jumping all out the up, woah

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