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If a nigga run his mouth/ his shit ain't really sweet/ say u getting money my nigga we can't see/ if this was all facts us be putting it in the streets / Gz move in silence my nigga u ain't discreet x2

We don't need u cause u mneed the credentials/ off the name alone niggaz smokin weed in the venue/ on trajectory to fleet the bent thru/ peering thru mirrored tents wicked evils that men do/ uh in the fetal with ya bitch dude/ stiff dick trident n sour deez on the menu/ put ya down with the team n ya can't lose/ old plug from my brother trip to cancun/ n that was like 96/ a clean slate could get wiped off nigga but the grime sticks/ 10 licks worth more than direct deposit/ your music sound like it was craft out the closet/

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This that G code shit / that wanna beat the game gotta use these cheat codes shit/ this rap thing easy tho on some free throw shit/ I could leave NY n beast on some zeebo shit/ or flop out on some ledo shit/ my features is on some Corleone Vito shit/ .. consider em all favor/ a standard dope runner double minimum wages/ could never be a worker stuck on minimum flavor/ 2k the unlocked tablet the new pager/ I'm just tryna stay one up in the streets/ keep the gun up in the sheets/ for the gunner in the Vs