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    I put the kush in the stogey, yeah, I put the Bentley in Drive
    I'm pulling out the garage, and thanking God I'm alive
    I've been through so much shit, been through trouble and back
    I ain't do much time, but dawg I ain't going back
    These niggas fake and they phony, the paparazzi wait on me
    I left the jail in Givenchy, they should have posted that homie

    I'm in the A with Rich Homie, I'm in the A with 2 Chainz
    I'm in the A with my brother, it's YMCM Rich Gang
    Now tell them niggas line up, I tell them niggas time up
    This KTZ gon' stand out, it's clear I don't give a fuck
    In my closet I eat you up, my fashion ill - no duh
    My whip game insane uh Ferrari Testarossa's
    Y'all niggas thought I lost it, I'm awesome

    I just took a break to teach a young nigga how to boss it
    Like when KG went to Boston
    Or when Melo went to the Knicks
    And he brought JR Smith and they both started ballin'
    Big bro went from serving birds to pelicans in New Orleans
    Let me take a break, let me catch my breath
    Rolling with the Birdman homie, it's YM over everything

    Nigga, I don't need nothing else
    It's Lil Twist, nigga, I'm checked in
    I fucked homegirl and her best friend
    You don't wanna miss out on your blessing
    Got the dope dick and I use it as a weapon
    I just

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    Sometimes I think I'm Michael Jordan, Michael Tyson
    Michael Phelps and Michael Jackson
    Might just drop my fucking tape and fuck around, it might go platinum
    How'd I do that off of freebies? Fill my double cup with ether
    Got the same buzz as niggas with an album off of features
    See I'm doing it again, got a tool in the timbs, now the rules gotta bend
    No tools in the gym but I gotta bring it in
    Because niggas wanna flex, but they really slim Jim

    Gotta point it at him, him, fuck it and him
    All I wanna do is kill kill for the ching ching
    Got a best friend and the best friend got a twin
    Gotta fit 'em all in, now that's a win win win win
    The room's spinning cause I'm faded
    Watch how you run up on these businessmen, they're gang related
    I said I like the way she dance, she like the way I made it

    Fuck me without paying the rent, imagine if I paid it
    I owe you one girl, I owe you one's
    Money always been the main attraction
    Homie told me women always been the main distraction
    And I'm too focused, I just hate to get disturbed
    I'm busy making millions and she just started laughing
    So you know I had to

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    Wanting manners when I don't even want a mask on
    War paint like a baboon and my bitch got a red ass on
    Young Money Cash Money to the dirt of me
    So for certainly I'mma get my blast on
    To the face of a fuck nigga trying to fuck with us
    Think they can make it if they can run a decathlon
    Stay blazing, I mack on, play brave and get back home
    With them AK's, crack arms with a straight face, that calm

    And I fain gaze and attack on with a straight razor in that palm
    Any nigga want it he gotta get it
    The Yappa got it rolling and rocking with it
    I got a nigga showing and popping, picking and going
    Packing a fight, everybody hit the floor, he shot the men and boom
    Pall bearers, cold moms, militia all Bishop's, O-Dawg's
    You should've drove off, hitting on bitches and poor dogs
    Looking the nose off, looking like I'm flicking the stove off

    When I'm kicking the stove off, kicking the doors off
    Everybody hit the deck, still bodies get thrown off
    Say making a remarkable pay
    Meeting grandpa at a doc or a bay
    Bad bitch, hide the grippers, I may

    Fucking killing unbook, come the coppers and spray
    Twizzie get the chicken, they plot him hopping the gate
    If you get to trippin' then you get shot in the face
    You ain't got the bitch in the kitchen popping the safe
    Sorry to say, no eye witness, you finish you gotta bang

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