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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. till the pig
All this ice 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 took you hater spot 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
like none of y'all niggas can harm me
I came the bottom where they never make it at
With all my jewels on they never takin' that
Theres rules to the game I never breakin' that
And once you give a statement, nigga, you can never 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 wrist cost some and change
We bike life, 'bout to put a park 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 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 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
Rice and gravy, now 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 coke high, it cost 40 for a jawn
And like 20 for a half lil nigga do the
And you bout a battle rap, how you gon' handle that?
100 grand pussy nigga, you ain't got the tab for
You got the stacks for that, you the one we laughin' at
You ain't got half of that, pump you up: Asthma attack
Bye clown, calm down 'fore you me bomb now
Fucking all these superstars "Who Meek Milly bomb now?"
Went from Bentleys to going half on pie pounds
You niggas to die down, Philly nigga: my town
I your car got re-poed
But is bike life boy you just got Deebo'd
Them Twitter niggas fucking with ego
You in the tryna turn to God like Tebow
Naw that won't work nigga, that'll get you murked
All-black Ghost nigga, looking like a hearse
Been a dead man, so dig you out the Earth nigga
to stuff your skeleton right back into the dirt nigga
What you made year? What you worth nigga?
I dropped "Dreams & Nightmares," I 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 larceny cause they all trash
And your ain't riding witcha, they all mad
Cause you ain't never put no up in AR abs
My dog killed a body for ya, damn he eat from it
Now you mad at Swizz cause you get a beat from him
my niggas coming at you dog, we gon' keep comin'
We no Forest Gump nigga, better keep runnin'
D.C. nigga, you P.C.
While you was scared, I was eatin' chichi
Talking to Tip how we gon' beast these niggas
All I know is bang, like that Chief Keef nigga
Got a matte Aston, gold rims on it
Bitch looking it got a pair of Timbs on it
Cashmere sweater, bunch of on it
All my guns come with on it
Duck ? and hit up, nigga you lit up
Cause you looking food my youngins ready to get up
Call you for a verse and tell you to some shit up
Boom, high stick up, jumping all out the pick up,

You you fucked 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 here
All my niggas foreigns!
My niggas don't even rap and drive better than you niggas
Coon copped that 'Rari , you don't sorry for these bitch ass rappers!
You come to Philly no more!
And not even because of this, you was never comin' to
You been living eight years you pussy ass nigga!