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Fucking condom style, get ya jig on
You a clown ass nigga, put a wig on
Nigga i be goin ham till the pig gone
all this ice around my neck, i got a fridge on

Body Cass, put him in a body bag
Broke niggga, we should put you in a body cast
Real nigga, all i know is get a lot of cash
I took you hatin niggas spot, that's you probably mad

My story, All guts glory
Posted on the corner glock .40 tucked on me
20 years on me, me and my army
Feelin like none of ya'll niggas can't harm me

I came from the bottom, where they never made it at
With all these jewels on they ain'y never taking that
It's rules to the game, I ain't never breakin that
And once you give a statement, nigga you can never take it back

You lame, part of the game, nigga pardon the fame
I got 30 in my clip, I could park in ya frame
Plus thie rollie on my wrist cost some car and some change
I'm talkin bike life, bout to put a park in my name

Just to ride on you niggas or, slide on you niggas
In the G550, when we glide on you niggas
Like Clyde on you niggas, homicide on you niggas
I ain't never had no rap, had no ties to you niggas

So why you suckas hatin and talkin bout what im makin
When i be out in Jamaica and ballin like i'm a Laker
It's givers and it's takers, these niggas is gettin faker
And I'm just gettin richer, i wake up to get my cake up

Black Maserati, Chinchillas from papi
All killer beside me, all lookin Ahkis
I remember nights on corners with beef and brocoli
rice and gravy, now it's crazy Phillipes got me

All gold AP, same watch as Jay-Z
Ballin like i'm KD, how can niggas play me
If you aint talkin money nigga, fuck you pay me
Drop down with top down and th A/C on, Drawn

Fuck is ya'll doin, i'm a king you a pawn, little nigga i'm a Don
The coke price high, it cost 40 for a john, and like 20 for a half, little nigga do the math

And you talkin bout a battle rap, how you gon handle that
100 grand pussy nigga, you ain't got the tabs for that
You ain't got the stacks for that, you the one we laughin at
Cause you ain't got half of that, they pump you up asthma attack

Bye clown calm down, fo you make me bomb now
Fucking all these superstars like, who Meek MIlly bomb now
Went from drivin Bentley's to goin half a pie pounds
You niggas need to die down, Philly nigga, my town

I heard ya car got repoed, and this bike's life boy you just got D'bo'd
Them twitter niggas fuckin wit ya ego, you in the field tryin to turn to god like Tebow

Naw that won't work nigga, that'll get you murked nigga
All black ghost nigga, lookin like a hearse nigga
Been a dead man, so i'ma dig you out the Earth nigga
Just to stuff yo skeleton right back in the dirt nigga

What you mad this year, what you worth nigga
I dropped Dreams and Nightmare, i made church nigga
I did I'm a Boss, young and set the summer off
Now these old niggas mad at me cause they fallin off

Get ya hate on Cass, and we ain't talkin larceny cause they all trash
And ya goons ain't ridin with ya, they all mad
Cause you ain't never put no food up in AR-ABs

And ya dog caught a body for ya, damn he ain't eat from it
Now you mad at Swiss cus, you can't get a beat from him
Once my niggas comin at you dog, they gon keep comin
We ain't no Forrest Gump nigga, better keep runnin

Duck, tuck and hit up, stuck nigga you lit up
Cause you lookin like food, my youngins ready to get up
Call you for a verse and tell you to write some shit up
Boom high stick up, rollin all out the pick-up

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