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[Hook]
Whole team full of real niggas (real niggas)
Thats the reason that your bitch with us (bitch with us)
Said you better come and get her nigga (get her nigga)
Cause if not then she leaving with us (gone, gone)
Whole team full of real niggas (real nigga)
Thats the reason that your bitch with us (bitch with us)
Ain’t got time for the bullshitters (grind, no time)
Thats the motto of a real nigga (real nigga)
[Verse 1]
Living in a paradox
I never slack like a pair of docks
Keep 10 toes down like a pair of socks
Thought hell was hot? Come to my block, ugh
Bang like Shaq did, stash our work in mattress
Shooting at your miss
Target practice can’t move backwards
If your acting get a clip, Action!
Police are camera men, laws cause gambling
Why pretend they want us to win?
Life’s short so I gets it in (get it in)
Born to die, no Lana Del Rey
Ready to die, keep biggie on play
Thats how I was raised, my city don’t play
You can witness this shit on a Vimeo page
Thats why I be kickin’ these flows
Flippin’ and gettin’ my dough
Smoking on zips of mo
Busting rhymes no flip mode
Puttin’ on for the zip code
Take out your camera
Youngin’ outstanding don’t understand my standards
I bounce through the court systems, Spaulding
Now I’m in the game, mothafucka I’m ballin’
Police, Fiends, Cameras, Thieves
Traps, Rats, Hammers squeeze
Twisted fingers, Victims bleeding
Niggas throwing salt, Whats beef without season
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[Verse 2]
Every day chase dollars, never do change
Bang with my crew man, In a players circle wearing 2 Chains
No shirt, show my tattoo game
A Prince, no gutter on earth can hold my rain
Bout to blow like Kurt Cobain
Drink in my cup, that Kirko Bangz
You hurtin lames, stay in Urkel lane
Im hear to murk the game
A fuck nigga, Thats that shit I don’t like
I fuck nigga, That bitch you call wife
Fuck swagger my cloth clean
De Niro my character
Casino like Sam Rothstein
Pardon me, young Nino cancel broads dreams
Run with a hard team
I’m grinding, no breaks
Cause time, don’t wait
I’m shining, they hate
Can’t relate, they fake
In the act of counting, where I smoke my dutch boy
Stacking mountains of dead presidents, Rushmore
Bout to drive in life’s fast lane, I clutch more
YOLO, don’t give a fuck boy
Grab a camera and pause, action
Living the movie while y’all acting
Few Demi Moores’, I think I’m Ashton
Kush and ashes
I’m out here eatin’ nigga, check the pantry
Hungry, take a beat and make it candy
I’m getting rich, smoking weed
Church on the move, no need to preach nigga
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