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We knock 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
I be goin H.A.M. till the pig gone
All ice around my neck, I got a fridge on!
Cass, put 'em in a body bag
Broke nigga, we should put you in a
Real nigga, all I is get a lot of cash
I you hater niggas spot that's why you prolly mad!
My story, all guts,
on the corner, Glock .40 tucked on me
20 years on me, me and my
Feelin' like none of y'all niggas can me
I came from the bottom they never make it at
With all my on they ain't never takin' that
Theres rules to the game I never breakin' that
And once you a statement, nigga, you can never take it back
You part of the game, nigga pardon the fame.
I got 30 in my clip I can park in frame
this Rollie on my wrist cost some cars and change
We talking bike life, 'bout to put a park in my
Just to on you niggas, or slide on you niggas
G550 when we glide on you niggas
on you niggas, homicide on you nigga
I never had no rap, had no ties 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
givers and it's takers, these niggas is gettin faker
And I'm gettin' richer I wake up and get my cake up!
Black Maserati, chinchillas from
Ten killers beside me, all like ahkis
I remember nights on corners beef and broccoli
Rice and gravy, now it's crazy Phillipe's got me
All AP, same watch as Jay-Z
Ballin' I'm KD, how can niggas play me?
If you ain't talkin' money nigga you, pay me
with the top down and the A.C.
On, drawn, fuck is y'all
I'mma king you a pawn, lil I'mma Don
The coke price high, it cost 40 for a
And 20 for a half lil nigga do the math
And you talkin' bout a rap, how you gon' handle that?
100 grand pussy nigga, you ain't got the tab for
You ain't got the for that, you the one we laughin' at
You ain't got half of that, they you up: Asthma attack
Bye clown, calm down 'fore you make me now
Fucking all these superstars like "Who Meek bomb now?"
Went from driving Bentleys to going half on pie
You niggas need to die down, Philly my town
I heard car got re-poed
But this is bike boy you just got Deebo'd
Them Twitter fucking with your ego
You in the field tryna to God like Tebow
Naw won't work nigga, that'll get you murked nigga
All-black Ghost nigga, looking like a hearse
a dead man, so I'mma dig you out the Earth nigga
Just to stuff skeleton right back into the dirt nigga
What you made this year? What you worth
I dropped "Dreams & Nightmares," I made church
I did "I'ma Boss," set the summer off
Man these old niggas mad at me cause they off!
Ha! Get hate on Cass
And we ain't talking 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 a body 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' comin'
We no Forest Gump nigga, better keep runnin'
D.C. nigga, you P.C.
you was scared, I was eatin' chichi nigga
Talking to Tip about how we gon' beast these
All I is bang bang, like that Chief Keef nigga
Got a matte black Aston, gold on it
Bitch looking it got a pair of Timbs on it
Cashmere sweater, of Jims on it
All my guns with extends on it
? and hit up, tuck nigga you lit up
Cause you looking like food my youngins to get up
Call you for a verse and 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 this shit no more with you nut ass niggas
I came in the game, I ain't even signed a nigga
I got money than all you hatin' ass old niggas put together
Y'all ain't do shit!
Talkin' all Philly shit
Y'all niggas ain't put no foreigns out here
All my niggas foreigns!
My niggas don't even rap and better cars than you niggas
Coon copped that 'Rari , you don't feel for these bitch ass rappers!
You can't to Philly no more!
And not even because of this, you was never comin' to
You been living here eight years you ass nigga!