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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
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 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' none of y'all niggas can harm me
I from the bottom where they never make it at
With all my jewels on they ain't never takin'
rules to the game I ain't never breakin' that
And once you give a statement, nigga, you can take it back
You lame of the game, nigga pardon the fame.
I got 30 in my clip I can park in your
Plus this on my wrist cost some cars and change
We talking bike life, to put a park in my name
to ride on you niggas, or slide on you niggas
G550 we glide on you niggas like
on you niggas, homicide on you nigga
I ain't 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' like I'm a Laker
It's givers and takers, these niggas is gettin faker
And I'm just gettin' I wake up and get my cake up!
Black Maserati, chinchillas Papi
Ten killers beside me, all lookin' like
I remember nights on with beef and broccoli
Rice and gravy, now it's crazy Phillipe's got me
All gold AP, watch as Jay-Z
Ballin' like I'm KD, how can play me?
If you talkin' money nigga fuck you, pay me
with the top down and the A.C.
On, drawn, fuck is y'all
I'mma king you a pawn, lil nigga Don
The coke high, it cost 40 for a jawn
And like 20 for a half lil nigga do the
And you talkin' bout a battle rap, how you gon' handle
100 grand pussy nigga, you 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: Asthma
Bye clown, down 'fore you make me bomb now
Fucking all superstars like "Who Meek Milly bomb now?"
Went from driving Bentleys to going half on pie
You niggas need to die down, 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 nigga, that'll get you murked nigga
All-black nigga, looking like a hearse nigga
Been a man, so I'mma dig you out the Earth nigga
Just to stuff your right back into the dirt nigga
What you made year? What you worth nigga?
I "Dreams & Nightmares," I made church nigga
I did "I'ma Boss," youngin' set the off
Man old niggas mad at me cause they fallin' off!
Ha! Get your hate on
And we ain't talking 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 a body 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' comin'
We ain't no Forest Gump nigga, keep runnin'
D.C. nigga, you P.C.
you was scared, I was eatin' chichi nigga
Talking to Tip about how we beast these niggas
All I know is bang bang, like that Keef nigga
Got a black Aston, gold rims on it
Bitch like it got a pair of Timbs on it
Cashmere sweater, bunch of on it
All my come with extends on it
? and hit up, tuck nigga you lit up
Cause you looking food my youngins ready to get up
Call you for a verse and tell you to write some up
Boom, high stick up, 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 a year nigga
I got more money than all you ass old niggas put together
Y'all niggas do shit!
Talkin' all this Philly
niggas ain't put no foreigns out here nigga
All my niggas foreigns!
My niggas don't even rap and drive better cars than you
copped that 'Rari , you don't feel sorry for these bitch ass rappers!
You can't to Philly no more!
And not because of this, you was never comin' to Philly
You been living here eight years you ass nigga!