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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 this ice my neck, I got a fridge on!
Body Cass, put 'em in a bag
nigga, we should 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,
Posted on the corner, Glock .40 on me
20 on me, me and my army
Feelin' like none of niggas can harm me
I from the bottom where they never make it at
With all my jewels on they never takin' that
Theres rules to the game I ain't never that
And you give a statement, nigga, you can never take it back
You lame part of the game, nigga the fame.
I got 30 in my clip I can park in your
Plus this Rollie on my wrist cost some and change
We talking bike life, 'bout to put a 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 hatin' and 'bout what I'm makin'?
When I be out in Jamaica and ballin' like I'm a Laker
It's givers and it's takers, these niggas is gettin
And I'm gettin' richer I wake up and get my cake up!
Black Maserati, chinchillas Papi
Ten beside 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 gold AP, same as Jay-Z
like I'm KD, how can niggas play me?
If you ain't talkin' money nigga you, pay me
Drophead with the top and the A.C.
On, drawn, is y'all doin'
king you a pawn, lil nigga I'mma Don
The coke high, it cost 40 for a jawn
And like 20 for a half lil nigga do the
And you talkin' bout a battle rap, how you gon' handle
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 of that, they pump you up: Asthma attack
Bye clown, calm down 'fore you make me now
all these superstars like "Who Meek Milly bomb now?"
Went from Bentleys to going half on pie pounds
You need to die down, Philly nigga: my town
I heard your car got
But this is bike boy you just got Deebo'd
Them Twitter niggas fucking your ego
You in the tryna turn to God like Tebow
Naw that won't work nigga, that'll get you nigga
All-black nigga, looking like a hearse nigga
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? you worth nigga?
I dropped "Dreams & Nightmares," I made nigga
I did "I'ma Boss," set the summer off
Man these old niggas mad at me cause they off!
Ha! Get your on Cass
And we ain't talking cause they all trash
And your goons ain't witcha, they all mad
Cause you ain't put no food up in AR abs
My dog killed a body for ya, damn he didn't eat 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 Gump nigga, keep runnin'
D.C. nigga, you P.C.
you was scared, I was eatin' chichi nigga
Talking to Tip 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, nigga you lit up
Cause you looking like 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 you fucked up right?
The "hustla"
You know you fucked up
Man I ain't doing this shit no more with you nut ass
I came in the game, I ain't even signed a year
I got money than all you hatin' ass old niggas put together
niggas ain't do shit!
Talkin' all this shit
Y'all niggas put no foreigns out here nigga
All my drive foreigns!
My niggas don't even rap and drive better cars you niggas
Coon copped that 'Rari , you feel sorry for these bitch ass rappers!
You come to Philly no more!
And not because of this, you was never comin' to Philly
You been living here years you pussy ass nigga!