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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
Nigga I be goin H.A.M. till the pig
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 can harm me
I came from the bottom they never make it at
With all my jewels on they ain't never that
Theres rules to the game I ain't never 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 clip I can park in your
Plus this Rollie on my wrist cost cars and change
We talking bike life, 'bout to put a in my name
Just to ride on you niggas, or slide on you
G550 when we glide on you like
Clyde on you niggas, on you nigga
I ain't never had no rap, had no to you niggas, so
Why you suckas hatin' and 'bout what I'm makin'?
When I be out in Jamaica and ballin' I'm like a Laker
It's givers and it's takers, these niggas is faker
And I'm just gettin' I wake up and get my cake up!
Black Maserati, from Papi
Ten beside me, all lookin' like ahkis
I nights on corners with beef and broccoli
Rice and gravy, now it's crazy cause got me
All gold AP, same as Jay-Z
Ballin' like I'm KD, how can niggas 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 you a pawn, lil nigga I'mma Don
The coke price high, it cost 40 for a
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 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 you up: Asthma attack
Bye clown, calm 'fore you make 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 heard car got re-poed
But is bike life boy you just got Deebo'd
Them Twitter fucking with your ego
You in the field tryna turn to God Tebow
Naw that won't nigga, that'll get you murked nigga
All-black Ghost nigga, looking like a nigga
Been a man, so I'mma dig you out the Earth nigga
to stuff your skeleton right back into the dirt nigga
What you this year? What you worth nigga?
I dropped "Dreams & Nightmares," I made church
I did "I'ma Boss," youngin' set the off
Man these old mad at me cause they fallin' off!
Ha! Get your hate on
And we ain't larceny cause 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 eat from it
Now you mad at cause 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.
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 nigga
Got a matte black Aston, 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
Duck ? and hit up, tuck you lit up
Cause you looking like food my youngins to get up
Call you for a verse and tell you to write shit up
Boom, high up, jumping all out the pick up, woah

You you fucked up right?
The "hustla"
You know you up right?
Man I ain't this shit no more with you nut ass niggas
I came in the game, I ain't even a year nigga
I got money than all you hatin' ass old niggas put together
niggas ain't do shit!
Talkin' all this shit
Y'all niggas ain't put no foreigns out nigga
All my niggas foreigns!
My niggas don't even rap and drive 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 even because of this, you was comin' to Philly
You been living here eight years you ass nigga!