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    [Intro: Rick Ross]
    Yeah
    We came in Anguilla
    More money than you ever heard of
    Gotta master the art of living young nigga
    Ain't never think id get this much nigga
    Let man explain it to them
    Oh Lord please don't stop baby

    [Verse 1: Rick Ross]
    I seen a home boy die in cold blood
    Eyes rolled in his head weren't no love
    His mamma sold pussy that it was a fiend
    He from a place where niggas don't believe in dreams
    [Repeat]

    Niggas snorting potty get your head right
    Get your dick sucked sitting at the red light
    Now you catching cases, talking home invasions
    How you get upon how the fuck you playing
    Can't be playing games on the home field
    Open up like a God on that dome peel
    We ain't had shit when we went to school
    Now it's flat screens up in every room
    Nigga do the math, got you full of crap
    Tub full of money, candy on the slat
    Teflove underneath my fresh tag
    Bellhobble walking out with 40 bags
    I can fuck a model for an autograph
    8 cars, still make her call a cab

    Shout out to Def Jam
    Shout out to Waner Brothers
    Shout out to Dope boy, we all need each other
    I'm in Anguilla, I'm smoking killa
    We run the game, pussy boy go cry a river

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    [Hook: Chief Keef]
    A fuck nigga, that's that shit I don't like
    A snitch nigga, that's that shit I don't like
    A bitch nigga, that's that shit I don't like
    Sneak disser, that's that shit I don't like

    [Verse 2: Kanye West]
    (This Chicago, nigga!)
    They smile in my face is what I don't like
    They steal your whole sound, that's a soundbite
    The media crucify me like they did Christ
    They want to find me not breathing like they found Mike
    A girl'll run her mouth only out of spite
    But I never hit a woman never in my life
    I was in too deep like Mekhi Phifer
    In that pussy so deep I could have drowned twice
    Rose gold Jesus piece with the brown ice
    Eating good, vegetarian with the brown rice
    Girls kissing girls, cause it's hot, right?
    But unless they use a strap-on then they not dykes
    They ain't about that life, they ain't about that life
    We hanging out that window it's about to be a Suge night
    Free Bump J, real nigga for life
    Shoutout to Derrick Rose, man that nigga nice
    Shout out to L-E-P, Jay Boogie right?
    Chief Keef, King Louie, this is Chi, right? right?!

    [Hook]

    [Verse 3: Chief Keef]
    (Young Chop on the beat)
    Fake Gucci, that's that shit I don't like
    Smoking on this dope, higher than a kite
    This bitch gon' love me now, she gon' let me pipe
    Screaming Sosa, that's that nigga that I like
    I don't want relations, I just want one night
    Cause a thirsty bitch, that's the shit that I don't like
    I got tats up on my arm, cause this shit is life
    And I stunt so much in clothes, cause I'm living life
    I come up on the scene, and I'm stealing light
    Bitch I'm high off life, got me feeling right
    Bitch I'm Chief Keef, fuck who don't like
    And bitch we GBE, we just go on sight

    [Hook]

    [Verse 4: JadaExplainkiss]
    I done sold purple, I done sold white
    Running outta work, that's that shit I don't like
    She never let me hit it, she gave me dome twice
    She blowing up my phone, that's that bitch I don't like
    Nah, jean jacket with the sleeves cut
    Put the pressure on 'em just when they think that I eased up
    Thirty for the Cuban, 'nother 30 for the Jesus
    Believe in ourselves when nobody else believed us, suckas

    [Hook]

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