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We gon' knock right out
We skate to one song 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. 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 is get a lot of cash
I you hater niggas spot that's why you prolly mad!
My story, all guts,
Posted on the corner, Glock .40 on me
20 years on me, me and my
Feelin' none of y'all niggas can harm 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 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 frame
Plus this Rollie on my cost some cars and change
We talking life, 'bout to put a park in my name
Just to ride on you niggas, or slide on you
when we glide on you niggas like
Clyde on you niggas, 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' like I'm like a
It's givers and takers, these niggas is gettin faker
And I'm just richer I wake up and get my cake up!
Black Maserati, from Papi
Ten killers beside me, all lookin' like
I remember nights on corners with beef and
Rice and gravy, now it's crazy cause got me
All gold AP, watch as Jay-Z
like I'm KD, how can niggas play me?
If you ain't money nigga fuck you, pay me
with the top down and the A.C.
On, drawn, fuck is y'all
I'mma king you a pawn, lil nigga Don
The coke price high, it 40 for a jawn
And like 20 for a half lil nigga do the
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 stacks for that, you the one we at
You got half of that, they pump you up: Asthma attack
Bye clown, calm 'fore you make me bomb now
Fucking all these superstars like "Who Meek Milly now?"
from driving Bentleys 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 boy you just got Deebo'd
Twitter niggas fucking with your ego
You in the field tryna to God like Tebow
Naw that work nigga, that'll get you murked nigga
All-black Ghost nigga, looking a hearse nigga
Been a dead man, so I'mma dig you out the nigga
Just to stuff your skeleton right back into the dirt
What you this year? What you worth nigga?
I "Dreams & Nightmares," I made church 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 cause they all trash
And your goons riding witcha, they all mad
Cause you never 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 get a beat from him
Once my niggas coming at you dog, we gon' comin'
We ain't no Forest Gump nigga, better keep
D.C. nigga, you P.C.
While you was scared, I was chichi nigga
Talking to Tip about how we gon' these niggas
All I know is bang bang, like that Chief Keef
Got a matte black Aston, rims on it
looking like it got a pair of Timbs on it
Cashmere sweater, bunch of on it
All my guns come extends on it
? and hit up, tuck nigga you lit up
Cause you looking like food my ready to get up
Call you for a verse and tell you to write some up
Boom, high up, jumping all out the pick up, woah

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