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We knock this right out
We gon' skate to one 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. till the pig
All this ice around my neck, I got a 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 took you hater niggas spot that's why you mad!
My story, all guts,
on the corner, Glock .40 tucked on me
20 on me, me and my army
Feelin' like of y'all niggas can harm me
I came from the bottom where they make it at
With all my jewels on they ain't never takin'
Theres rules to the game I ain't never breakin'
And once you give a statement, nigga, you can never take it
You lame part of the game, pardon the fame.
I got 30 in my clip I can park in your
Plus this Rollie on my cost some cars and change
We talking bike life, to put a park in my name
to ride on you niggas, or slide on you niggas
G550 when we glide on you like
on you niggas, homicide on you nigga
I ain't had no rap, had no ties to you niggas, so
Why you suckas hatin' and talkin' what I'm makin'?
When I be out in Jamaica and ballin' I'm like a Laker
It's givers and takers, these niggas is gettin faker
And I'm just richer I wake up and get my cake up!
Maserati, chinchillas from Papi
Ten killers 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 watch as
Ballin' I'm KD, how can niggas play me?
If you ain't talkin' money nigga you, pay me
Drophead the top down and the A.C.
On, drawn, is y'all doin'
I'mma you a pawn, lil nigga I'mma Don
The coke price high, it 40 for a jawn
And like 20 for a half lil do the math
And you talkin' bout a battle rap, how you gon' that?
100 pussy nigga, you ain't got the tab for that
You ain't got the for that, you the one we laughin' at
You ain't got half of that, they pump you up: attack
Bye clown, calm down 'fore you me bomb now
Fucking all these superstars like "Who Milly bomb now?"
Went from driving Bentleys to going half on pie
You niggas need to die down, Philly my town
I heard your car got
But this is life boy you just got Deebo'd
Them niggas fucking with your ego
You in the field tryna turn to God like
Naw that won't work nigga, get you murked nigga
All-black Ghost nigga, looking a hearse nigga
Been a man, so I'mma dig you out the Earth nigga
Just to stuff your 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 mad at me cause they fallin' off!
Ha! Get hate on Cass
And we ain't talking larceny cause they all
And your goons ain't riding witcha, all mad
Cause you never put no food up in AR abs
My dog a body for ya, damn he didn't eat from it
Now you mad at Swizz cause you can't get a from him
Once my niggas coming at you dog, we gon' comin'
We ain't no Forest Gump nigga, keep runnin'
D.C. nigga, you P.C.
While you was scared, I was chichi nigga
Talking to Tip about how we gon' beast 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
Cashmere sweater, of Jims on it
All my come with extends on it
Duck ? and hit up, tuck you lit up
you looking like food my youngins ready to get up
Call you for a verse and tell you to write shit up
Boom, high stick up, jumping all out the up, woah

You you fucked up right?
The "hustla"
You know you up right?
Man I ain't this shit no more with you nut ass niggas
I came in the game, I ain't even signed a nigga
I got money than all you hatin' ass old niggas put together
Y'all ain't do shit!
Talkin' all this Philly
Y'all niggas ain't put no foreigns out nigga
All my niggas foreigns!
My niggas even rap and drive better cars than you niggas
Coon copped that 'Rari , you don't feel sorry for these ass rappers!
You come to Philly no more!
And not even because of this, you was comin' to Philly
You been living here eight years you ass nigga!