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We gon' knock this out
We gon' skate to one song and one song 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!
Cass, put 'em in a body bag
Broke nigga, we should put you in a
Real nigga, all I know is get a lot of
I took you niggas spot that's why you prolly mad!
My story, all guts,
on the corner, Glock .40 tucked on me
20 on me, me and my army
Feelin' like none of y'all can harm me
I from the bottom where they never make it at
With all my jewels on they ain't never takin'
Theres rules to the game I ain't never breakin'
And once you give a statement, nigga, you can take it back
You lame part of the game, nigga the fame.
I got 30 in my clip I can in your frame
Plus this Rollie on my wrist cost some cars and
We bike life, 'bout to put a park in my name
Just to on you niggas, or slide on you niggas
G550 when we glide on you niggas
Clyde on you niggas, on you nigga
I ain't had no rap, had no ties to you niggas, so
Why you hatin' and talkin' 'bout what I'm makin'?
When I be out in Jamaica and like I'm like a Laker
It's and it's takers, these niggas is gettin faker
And I'm just richer I wake up and get my cake up!
Maserati, chinchillas from Papi
Ten beside me, all lookin' like ahkis
I remember on corners with beef and broccoli
and gravy, now it's crazy cause Phillipe's got me
All AP, same watch as Jay-Z
Ballin' like I'm KD, how can 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 price high, it cost 40 for a jawn
And like 20 for a 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 got the stacks for that, you the one we laughin' at
You ain't got half of that, pump you up: Asthma attack
Bye clown, calm down 'fore you me bomb now
all these superstars like "Who Meek Milly bomb now?"
Went from driving Bentleys to going on pie pounds
You need to die down, Philly nigga: my town
I your car got re-poed
But is bike life boy you just got Deebo'd
Them Twitter niggas fucking 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 dig you out the Earth nigga
Just to stuff your skeleton right back the dirt nigga
What you made year? What you worth nigga?
I dropped "Dreams & Nightmares," I made church
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 talking larceny cause they all trash
And your goons riding witcha, they all mad
Cause you never put no food up in AR abs
My dog killed a body for ya, damn he eat from it
Now you mad at Swizz cause you get a beat from him
my niggas coming at you dog, we gon' keep comin'
We no Forest Gump nigga, better keep runnin'
D.C. nigga, you P.C.
While you was scared, I was eatin' nigga
Talking to Tip 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 it got a pair of Timbs on it
sweater, bunch of Jims on it
All my come with extends 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 tell you to some shit up
Boom, high up, jumping all out the pick up, woah

You know you up right?
The "hustla"
You you fucked up right?
Man I ain't doing this no more with you nut ass niggas
I came in the game, I ain't even signed a nigga
I got more money than all you ass old niggas put together
niggas 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 for these bitch ass rappers!
You can't come to no more!
And not even because of this, you was comin' to Philly
You been living here eight years you ass nigga!