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    These niggas take me for granted, what would hap' if I vanish?
    Bet a hunnid they'd panic, my shooters only speak Spanish
    Keep my heart with my dogs, keep my car in the yard
    I can't drive it nowhere so I'll let you niggas take off
    Seen the shit that they drop, that shit not instantly hot
    I give that instant re-bop, that replay value go off
    That make my value go up, I keep that bow in my cup
    My niggas rolling, got that going with a thousand to bust
    That nigga Kevin can't rap, he too sappy with his shit
    He don't rep me with his shit, he on that teenage bullshit
    And he 'bout 20 and shit, when he let go of that shit
    He'll prolly be a little colder, y'all agree with me? Shit
    That nigga need to act his age, he ain't acting like a grown up
    Ain't that boy from Texas?, He ain't acting like a soldier
    Knew that boy in high school, man, that nigga wasn't awkward
    And I know his mama, man, that nigga just a liar

    Cash don't last, my friends will ride with me
    Keep 'em in my bag, we robbed a limousine
    When the guns go pow, won't bother us again
    I don't wanna do it but they keep on pushing me

    Cash don't mean shit (shit), cried my last tears, bitch
    Cashed my last check (check), cash don't mean shit (shit)
    Cash don't mean shit (shit), cried my last tears, bitch
    Cashed my last check (check), cash don't mean shit (shit)

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    Call me king of the niggas, I need a crown made of thorns
    God said: Let there be light, on the day I was born
    Step off the ship with the slaves, then I go hit the stage
    I just left in a whip, all I need is a chain
    I don't trust no niggas, and I don't trust no bitch
    'Cause people talk too much, I bought a black fo'-fifth
    And a brand new clip, that's my new best friend
    'Cause I'm a brand new nigga, in a brand new crib
    I ain't sellin' no more, but got my hand in the zip
    Whitey gave me the check, I ain't ask for the fame
    I used to deal with the grams, 'til they put the cam on my face
    Now I'm evading the law, I'm on a high-speed chase
    I'm in a big ass truck, I tell 'em get out the way
    I gotta couple of warrants, so I'm leaving my state
    Now I'm in Cali today, with the sun on my face
    I got a bag of the gas, and a blunt I can face

    How I'm gon' move at your pace? I'm busy settin' the tone
    You think we runnin' together? I'm in a lane of my own
    Don't got no friends in this game, it's me and my brothers alone
    They thinkin' that we competing, that shit depletin' my bones
    I don't need all that energy, they just fuck up my chakras
    I put my heart in a locker, they love me when I'm a martyr
    They hate me when I'm myself, I can't barter with that
    You watch us charter these tracks, it's sticking like tartar and plaque
    I need a parlour of plaques, need lobsters and helicopters
    I need peace for my niggas, need darker skin for all my doctors
    I like to speak like a scholar, like to think like a nigga
    In this world I can't wander, no honor behind the trigger
    I could get shot in my back and they'd tell the world that I fought 'em
    We ain't taught 'em nothin' new, but somehow they been gettin' smarter
    That's what they sayin' in private, speaking from that entitlement
    We still workin' for titles and makin' tidal environments

    Cash don't last, my friends will ride with me
    Keep 'em in my bag, we robbed a limousine
    When the guns go pow, won't bother us again
    I don't wanna do it but they keep on pushing me
    Cash don't last, my friends will ride with me
    Keep 'em in my bag, we robbed a limousine
    When the guns go pow, won't bother us again
    I don't wanna do it but they keep on pushing me

    Fuck, put ya ante up, riding in the limousine
    I'm stuck on some bud I hit, underground, we can't compete
    Fuck all this energy, you just wanna bring me down
    Fuck all your energy, you just wanna bring me down
    Fuck, put the windows up, blowin' past the exit now
    Up like a money shot, swerve into the sunset
    Me and all my boys jet, swervin' like a doughnut
    Off, off, off, off, swerving like a doughnut

    Nigga, what?
    Pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up if you want to
    Nigga, what?
    Pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up if you want to
    Nigga, what?
    Pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up if you want to
    Nigga, what? Y-yo

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