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We gon' knock right 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
Nigga I be goin H.A.M. till the pig
All this ice my neck, I got a fridge on!
Cass, put 'em in a body bag
Broke nigga, we put you in a bodycast
Real nigga, all I know is get a lot of
I took you hater niggas 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 of y'all niggas can harm me
I came from the bottom where they 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 a statement, nigga, you can never take it back
You lame part of the game, pardon the fame.
I got 30 in my clip I can park in your
this Rollie on my wrist cost some cars and change
We bike life, 'bout to put a park in my name
to ride on you niggas, or slide on you niggas
G550 we glide on you niggas like
Clyde on you niggas, homicide on you
I ain't never had no rap, had no to you niggas, so
Why you suckas and talkin' 'bout what 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 faker
And I'm just gettin' richer I wake up and get my up!
Maserati, chinchillas from Papi
Ten killers beside me, all lookin' like
I remember on corners with beef and broccoli
Rice and gravy, now it's crazy cause got me
All gold AP, same watch as
like I'm KD, how can niggas play me?
If you ain't talkin' money nigga you, pay me
with the top down and the A.C.
On, drawn, is y'all doin'
I'mma king you a pawn, lil nigga Don
The price high, it cost 40 for a jawn
And 20 for a half lil nigga do the math
And you bout a battle rap, how you gon' 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 got half of that, they pump you up: Asthma attack
Bye clown, calm 'fore you make me bomb now
Fucking all superstars like "Who Meek Milly bomb now?"
Went driving Bentleys to going half on pie pounds
You niggas 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 turn to God like Tebow
Naw that won't work nigga, that'll get you nigga
All-black Ghost nigga, looking a hearse nigga
Been a dead man, so I'mma dig you out the nigga
Just to stuff your skeleton back into the dirt nigga
What you made this year? What you nigga?
I "Dreams & Nightmares," I made church nigga
I did "I'ma Boss," set the summer off
Man these old niggas mad at me cause they off!
Ha! Get your on Cass
And we ain't talking larceny cause 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 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 no Forest Gump nigga, better keep runnin'
D.C. nigga, you P.C.
While you was scared, I was chichi nigga
to Tip about how we gon' beast these niggas
All I know is bang bang, like that Chief Keef
Got a black Aston, gold rims on it
Bitch like it got a pair of Timbs on it
sweater, bunch of Jims on it
All my guns come extends on it
? and hit up, tuck nigga you lit up
Cause you like food my youngins ready to get up
Call you for a and tell you to write some shit up
Boom, high up, jumping all out the pick up, woah

You know you fucked up
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 even signed a nigga
I got more money than all you hatin' ass old niggas put
Y'all niggas do shit!
Talkin' all Philly shit
Y'all niggas put no foreigns out here nigga
All my niggas foreigns!
My don't even rap and drive better cars than you niggas
Coon copped that 'Rari , you don't feel sorry for bitch ass rappers!
You come to Philly no more!
And not even because of this, you was comin' to Philly
You been living here eight you pussy ass nigga!