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We gon' this right out
We gon' skate to one and one song only 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!
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 spot why you prolly mad!
My story, all guts,
on the corner, Glock .40 tucked on me
20 on me, me and my army
Feelin' like of y'all niggas can harm me
I came the bottom where they never 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 give a statement, nigga, you can take it back
You lame part of the game, pardon the fame.
I got 30 in my I can park in your frame
Plus this Rollie on my wrist 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 hatin' and talkin' 'bout what I'm makin'?
I be out in Jamaica and ballin' like I'm like a Laker
It's and it's takers, these niggas is gettin faker
And I'm just gettin' I wake up and get my cake up!
Maserati, chinchillas from Papi
Ten killers beside me, all like ahkis
I remember nights on corners with beef and
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' 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 I'mma Don
The price high, it cost 40 for a jawn
And like 20 for a lil nigga do the math
And you talkin' 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 ain't got half of that, they pump you up: attack
Bye clown, calm down you make me bomb now
Fucking all these superstars like "Who Meek bomb now?"
Went from Bentleys to going half on pie pounds
You niggas to die down, Philly nigga: my town
I your car got re-poed
But this is bike life boy you just got
Them Twitter niggas with your ego
You in the tryna turn to God like Tebow
Naw that won't work nigga, get you murked nigga
Ghost nigga, looking like a hearse nigga
Been a dead man, so dig you out the Earth nigga
Just to stuff your skeleton right back into the dirt
What you made this year? What you nigga?
I "Dreams & Nightmares," I made church 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 talking larceny cause they all trash
And your goons riding witcha, they all mad
you ain't never put no food up in AR abs
My dog killed a for ya, damn he didn't eat from it
Now you mad at cause you can't get a beat from him
Once my niggas at you dog, we gon' keep comin'
We no Forest Gump nigga, better keep runnin'
D.C. nigga, you P.C.
While you was scared, I was eatin' chichi
Talking to Tip how we gon' beast these 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 pair of on it
Cashmere sweater, of Jims on it
All my guns come extends on it
Duck ? and hit up, nigga you lit up
you looking like food my youngins ready to get up
Call you for a and tell you to write some shit up
Boom, stick up, jumping all out the pick up, woah

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