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We gon' knock right out
We gon' skate to one and one song only nigga!

Yeah!

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"Condom Style"? "Get your 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
Real nigga, all I is get a lot of cash
I took you hater niggas 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
like none of y'all niggas can harm me
I came from the bottom where never make it at
With all my on they ain't never takin' that
Theres rules to the game I ain't never that
And once you give a statement, nigga, you can never 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
Just to ride on you niggas, or on you niggas
when we glide on you niggas like
Clyde on you niggas, on you nigga
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' I'm like a Laker
It's givers and takers, these niggas is gettin faker
And I'm just gettin' richer I wake up and get my up!
Maserati, chinchillas from Papi
Ten killers me, all lookin' like ahkis
I remember nights on corners beef and broccoli
Rice and gravy, now it's cause Phillipe's got me
All AP, same watch as Jay-Z
Ballin' I'm KD, how can niggas play me?
If you talkin' money nigga fuck you, pay me
Drophead 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 lil nigga do the math
And you bout a battle rap, how you gon' handle that?
100 grand nigga, you ain't 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: attack
Bye clown, calm down 'fore you me bomb now
Fucking all these 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 heard car got re-poed
But this is bike life boy you just got
Them Twitter niggas with your ego
You in the field tryna turn to God like
Naw that work nigga, that'll get you murked nigga
All-black Ghost nigga, looking like a hearse
Been a dead man, so dig you out the Earth nigga
Just to stuff your skeleton right back the dirt nigga
What you made this year? you worth nigga?
I "Dreams & Nightmares," I made church nigga
I did "I'ma Boss," youngin' set the off
Man these old niggas mad at me cause they off!
Ha! Get your hate on
And we ain't talking larceny cause all trash
And goons ain't riding witcha, they all mad
Cause you ain't never put no up in AR abs
My dog killed a for ya, damn he didn't eat from it
Now you mad at Swizz cause you can't get a from him
Once my niggas coming at you dog, we gon' keep
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 Chief Keef
Got a matte black Aston, rims on it
looking like it got a pair of Timbs on it
Cashmere sweater, of Jims 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, stick 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 shit no more with you nut ass
I in the game, I ain't even signed a year nigga
I got more money all you hatin' 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
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 eight years you pussy ass nigga!