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We gon' knock this out
We gon' 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 ice around my neck, I got a fridge on!
Body Cass, put 'em in a bag
Broke nigga, we should put you in a
nigga, all I know is get a lot of cash
I took you niggas spot that's why you prolly mad!
My story, all guts,
Posted on the corner, .40 tucked on me
20 on me, me and my army
Feelin' like none of y'all niggas can me
I came from the where they never make it at
With all my jewels on they ain't never that
Theres rules to the game I ain't breakin' that
And you give a statement, nigga, you can never take it back
You lame of the game, nigga pardon the fame.
I got 30 in my I can park in your frame
Plus this Rollie on my wrist cost cars and change
We talking life, 'bout to put a park in my name
Just to ride on you niggas, or slide on you
G550 we glide on you niggas like
Clyde on you niggas, on you nigga
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 and ballin' like I'm like a Laker
It's givers and it's takers, these is gettin faker
And I'm just richer I wake up and get my cake up!
Black Maserati, chinchillas Papi
Ten beside me, all lookin' like ahkis
I remember nights on with beef and broccoli
Rice and gravy, now it's crazy cause got me
All AP, same watch as Jay-Z
Ballin' I'm KD, how can niggas play me?
If you ain't money nigga fuck you, pay me
Drophead the top down and the A.C.
On, drawn, fuck is y'all
king you a pawn, lil nigga I'mma Don
The price high, it cost 40 for a jawn
And like 20 for a half lil do the math
And you talkin' bout a battle rap, how you gon' that?
100 pussy nigga, you ain't got the tab for that
You ain't got the 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 make me now
Fucking all these like "Who Meek Milly bomb now?"
from driving Bentleys to going half on pie pounds
You need to die down, Philly nigga: my town
I your car got re-poed
But this is bike 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 nigga, that'll get you murked nigga
Ghost nigga, looking like 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 What you worth nigga?
I dropped "Dreams & Nightmares," I made nigga
I did "I'ma Boss," youngin' set the off
Man these old niggas mad at me they fallin' off!
Ha! Get your hate on
And we ain't talking larceny they all trash
And your goons riding witcha, they all mad
Cause you ain't put no food up in AR abs
My dog killed a body for ya, he didn't eat from it
Now you mad at Swizz cause you can't get a from him
my niggas coming at you dog, we gon' keep comin'
We ain't no Forest Gump nigga, keep runnin'
D.C. nigga, you P.C.
While you was scared, I was eatin' chichi
Talking to Tip about how we gon' beast niggas
All I know is bang bang, like that Chief nigga
Got a black Aston, gold rims on it
Bitch looking like it got a of Timbs on it
sweater, bunch of Jims on it
All my guns with extends on it
Duck ? and hit up, tuck you lit up
Cause you looking like my youngins ready to get up
Call you for a and tell you to write some shit up
Boom, high stick up, jumping all out the pick up,

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