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We knock this 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 H.A.M. till the pig gone
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 is get a lot of cash
I took you 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' like none of y'all niggas can me
I came from the bottom where they make it at
With all my jewels on they never takin' that
Theres rules to the game I ain't never breakin'
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 some cars and change
We talking life, 'bout to put a park in my name
Just to on you niggas, or slide on you niggas
G550 when we glide on you like
Clyde on you niggas, homicide on you
I never had no rap, had no ties to you niggas, so
Why you suckas hatin' and talkin' 'bout 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 gettin
And I'm just gettin' richer I wake up and get my up!
Black Maserati, chinchillas Papi
Ten killers beside me, all lookin' ahkis
I remember nights on corners with and broccoli
and gravy, now it's crazy cause Phillipe's got me
All gold AP, watch as Jay-Z
Ballin' 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, fuck is doin'
I'mma king you a pawn, lil nigga Don
The coke high, it cost 40 for a jawn
And like 20 for a lil nigga do the math
And you talkin' bout a battle rap, how you gon' that?
100 grand nigga, you ain't got the tab for that
You got the stacks for that, you the one we laughin' at
You ain't got half of that, they you up: Asthma attack
Bye clown, down 'fore you make me bomb now
Fucking all superstars like "Who Meek Milly bomb now?"
Went from driving to going half on pie pounds
You niggas need to die down, nigga: my town
I your car got re-poed
But this is life boy you just got Deebo'd
Them Twitter niggas fucking with ego
You in the field tryna to God like Tebow
Naw that won't nigga, that'll get you murked nigga
All-black Ghost nigga, like a hearse nigga
Been a man, so I'mma dig you out the Earth nigga
Just to stuff your skeleton right back the dirt nigga
What you made this year? 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 they fallin' off!
Ha! Get hate on Cass
And we ain't talking larceny cause they all
And your goons riding witcha, they all mad
you ain't never put no food up in AR abs
My dog killed a body for ya, damn he didn't eat it
Now you mad at cause you can't get a beat from him
Once my niggas coming at you dog, we gon' keep
We ain't no Forest Gump nigga, keep runnin'
D.C. nigga, you P.C.
While you was scared, I was eatin' chichi
Talking to Tip about how we gon' beast these
All I know is bang bang, that Chief Keef nigga
Got a matte Aston, gold rims on it
Bitch looking like it got a pair of on it
Cashmere sweater, bunch of on it
All my guns with extends on it
Duck ? and hit up, tuck 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, high up, jumping all out the pick up, woah

You you fucked up right?
The "hustla"
You you fucked up right?
Man I doing this shit no more with you nut ass niggas
I came in the game, I ain't signed a year nigga
I got more money than all you hatin' ass old put together
niggas ain't do shit!
Talkin' all this Philly
niggas ain't put no foreigns out here nigga
All my drive foreigns!
My niggas even rap and drive better cars than you niggas
Coon copped that 'Rari , you don't feel sorry for bitch ass rappers!
You come to Philly no more!
And not even of this, you was never comin' to Philly
You been living eight years you pussy ass nigga!