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We gon' knock right out
We gon' skate to one song and one 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. the pig gone
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 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 where never make it at
all my jewels on they ain't never takin' that
Theres rules to the game I ain't breakin' that
And once you give a statement, nigga, you can never take it
You lame of the game, nigga pardon the fame.
I got 30 in my clip I can in your frame
this Rollie on my wrist cost some cars and change
We bike life, 'bout to put a park in my name
Just to ride on you niggas, or on you niggas
G550 when we on you niggas like
Clyde on you niggas, on you nigga
I ain't 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 Jamaica and like I'm like a Laker
It's givers and it's takers, these niggas is gettin
And I'm just richer I wake up and get my cake up!
Black Maserati, chinchillas from
Ten killers me, all lookin' like ahkis
I remember nights on with beef and broccoli
Rice and gravy, now it's cause Phillipe's got me
All gold AP, same 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 doin'
king you a pawn, lil nigga I'mma Don
The coke price high, it cost 40 for a
And like 20 for a half lil do the math
And you talkin' bout a battle rap, how you gon' handle
100 pussy 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, pump you up: Asthma attack
Bye clown, down 'fore you make me bomb now
Fucking all these superstars "Who Meek Milly bomb now?"
Went from driving Bentleys to half on pie pounds
You niggas to die down, Philly nigga: my town
I heard car got re-poed
But this is bike boy you just got Deebo'd
Them Twitter niggas fucking with ego
You in the field tryna turn to God Tebow
Naw that won't work nigga, get you murked nigga
All-black 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 "Dreams & Nightmares," I made church nigga
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 larceny they all trash
And goons ain't 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
Once my coming at you dog, we gon' keep comin'
We ain't no Forest nigga, better keep runnin'
D.C. nigga, you P.C.
While you was scared, I was eatin' nigga
to Tip about how we gon' beast these niggas
All I know is bang bang, like that Chief Keef
Got a black Aston, gold rims on it
looking like it got a pair of Timbs on it
Cashmere sweater, of Jims on it
All my guns with extends on it
Duck ? and hit up, tuck you lit up
Cause you looking food my youngins ready to get up
you for a verse and tell you to write some shit up
Boom, high stick up, 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 you nut ass niggas
I came in the game, I ain't even signed a year
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 rap and drive better cars than you niggas
Coon that 'Rari , you don't feel sorry for these bitch ass rappers!
You can't come to no more!
And not because of this, you was never comin' to Philly
You been living eight years you pussy ass nigga!