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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
I be goin H.A.M. till the pig gone
All this ice around my neck, I got a on!
Cass, put 'em in a body bag
Broke nigga, we should put you in a
nigga, all I know is get a lot of cash
I took you hater 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 where never make it at
With all my 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 in your frame
Plus this Rollie on my wrist cost some cars and
We talking bike life, 'bout to put a in my name
Just to on you niggas, or slide on you niggas
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 hatin' and talkin' 'bout what I'm makin'?
When I be out in Jamaica and ballin' I'm like a Laker
It's givers and it's takers, these niggas is 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 beef and broccoli
Rice and gravy, now it's crazy Phillipe's got me
All gold AP, watch as Jay-Z
Ballin' like I'm KD, how can play me?
If you ain't talkin' money nigga 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 price high, it cost 40 for a
And like 20 for a half lil nigga do the
And you talkin' bout a battle rap, how you handle 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 of that, they pump you up: Asthma attack
Bye clown, calm 'fore you make me bomb now
all these superstars like "Who Meek Milly bomb now?"
Went from driving Bentleys to going on pie pounds
You niggas need to die down, Philly nigga: my
I heard your car got
But this is bike boy you just got Deebo'd
Twitter niggas fucking with your ego
You in the field turn to God like Tebow
Naw won't work nigga, that'll get you murked nigga
All-black Ghost nigga, looking like a hearse
Been a dead man, so I'mma dig you out the nigga
Just to stuff your skeleton right into the dirt nigga
What you made this year? What you worth
I dropped "Dreams & Nightmares," I made nigga
I did "I'ma Boss," set the summer off
Man these old niggas mad at me they fallin' off!
Ha! Get your hate on
And we talking larceny cause they all trash
And your goons riding witcha, they all mad
you ain't 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 get a beat from him
Once my niggas coming at you dog, we keep comin'
We no Forest Gump nigga, better keep runnin'
D.C. nigga, you P.C.
While you was scared, I was eatin' nigga
Talking to Tip about how we gon' beast niggas
All I is bang bang, like that Chief Keef nigga
Got a matte Aston, gold rims on it
looking like it got a pair of Timbs on it
Cashmere sweater, bunch of on it
All my guns with extends on it
? and hit up, tuck nigga you lit up
Cause you looking like my youngins ready to get up
Call you for a verse and you to write some shit up
Boom, stick up, jumping all out the pick up, woah

You know you fucked up
The "hustla"
You know you fucked up
Man I ain't doing this no more with you nut ass niggas
I came in the game, I ain't even a year nigga
I got more money than all you hatin' ass old niggas put
niggas ain't do shit!
Talkin' all Philly shit
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 that 'Rari , you don't feel sorry for these bitch ass rappers!
You come to Philly no more!
And not even because of this, you was never to Philly
You been living here years you pussy ass nigga!