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We gon' this right 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. 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 know is get a lot of
I you hater niggas spot that's why you prolly mad!
My story, all guts,
Posted on the corner, .40 tucked on me
20 years on me, me and my
like none of y'all niggas 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 once you give a statement, nigga, you can never it back
You lame part of the game, pardon the fame.
I got 30 in my clip I can park in frame
Plus this Rollie on my wrist cost some and change
We talking bike life, 'bout to put a in my name
Just to on you niggas, or slide on you niggas
G550 when we glide on you like
Clyde on you niggas, homicide on you
I ain't never had no rap, had no 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 givers and it's takers, these is gettin faker
And I'm just gettin' richer I up and get my cake up!
Maserati, chinchillas from Papi
Ten beside me, all lookin' like ahkis
I remember nights on corners with and broccoli
and gravy, now it's crazy cause Phillipe's got me
All AP, same watch as Jay-Z
Ballin' like I'm KD, how can play me?
If you ain't talkin' money fuck you, pay me
Drophead with the top 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 nigga, you ain't got the tab for that
You got the stacks for that, you the one we laughin' at
You got half of that, they pump you up: Asthma attack
Bye clown, down 'fore you make me bomb now
Fucking all these superstars like "Who Meek bomb now?"
Went from driving to going half on pie pounds
You niggas need to die down, nigga: my town
I heard car got re-poed
But this is bike life boy you got Deebo'd
Them Twitter fucking with your ego
You in the tryna turn to God like Tebow
Naw won't work nigga, that'll get you murked nigga
All-black Ghost nigga, like a hearse nigga
Been a dead man, so I'mma dig you out the Earth
Just to stuff skeleton right back into the dirt nigga
What you made this What you worth nigga?
I dropped "Dreams & Nightmares," I made nigga
I did "I'ma Boss," youngin' set the off
Man these old niggas mad at me cause fallin' off!
Ha! Get hate on Cass
And we ain't talking larceny they all trash
And your goons ain't riding witcha, all mad
Cause you ain't never put no up in AR abs
My dog killed a body for ya, damn he didn't eat it
Now you mad at cause you can't get a beat from him
my niggas coming at you dog, we gon' keep comin'
We ain't no Forest 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' these niggas
All I know is bang, like that Chief Keef nigga
Got a matte black Aston, gold on it
Bitch like it got a pair of Timbs on it
sweater, bunch of Jims on it
All my come with 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 verse and tell you to write some up
Boom, high stick up, jumping all out the up, woah

You know you up right?
The "hustla"
You know you fucked up
Man I doing this shit no more with you nut ass niggas
I came in the game, I ain't even signed a year
I got more money than all you hatin' ass old put together
Y'all niggas do shit!
Talkin' all this Philly
Y'all niggas ain't put no foreigns out nigga
All my drive foreigns!
My niggas don't even rap and drive better than you niggas
Coon copped that , 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 here years you pussy ass nigga!