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Wait, wait, wait Wait, wait, wait Sh*t was gon' happen sooner REASON, n***a, uh N***a, I been workin' way too hard for the bullsh*t, ha (Ha) Ha, while these n***as makin' bullsh*t (Skrt) I can't confuse it when I'm loaded, that's a full clip (Wha?) A solid n***a got my stripes on some pool sh*t, ha (Ha) Ha, I'm spitin' flames but I still be on some cool sh*t (On some cool sh*t) My cool sh*t probably better than your best song (Than yo best song) I been feelin' like a f**ked up mattress, uh A n***a way too hard to be slept on If you thought I wasn't nice then you guessed wrong (Guessed wrong) Fly n***a, catch me chillin' with the Jetsons Baby say she wifey, please learn a lesson I'm a pimp n***a, I treat these women like a restroom (What that mean?) That mean I use them for sh*t Gainin' more fans, I'm as cool as it gets They say life is a b*t*h, I'm abusin' her clit And I'm makin' her c*m, f**k it, I'm young Man I sear these fake n***as is actin' too hard (Too hard) N***a, why you tryna prove somethin'? Just remember that your card is like a muscle, my n***a (F**k) And it's going to hurt you if I pull one, ha N***a I know the real you (Real you) My n***a look at everything that we done been through They say, "REASON, you been through out the blizzard and you still you" (Wha?) 'Cause I was built for the cold like an igloo, oh I swear I'm starin' my n***a (N***a), I swear I'm starin', my n***a Don't got me no choice, must go harder my n***a I was built to be fresh like a garden, my n***a Look, starvin' n***a need a gut check And you can better your bottom dollar that we up next Hungry n***a need a gut check And you can bet your bottom dollar, ha Up next, see these other rappers blew it ESPN ballin', RIP that n***a Stuart Scott, take your box, I been drink on the fluid (What?) Startin' at tax time, f**k a Jackson Hewitt (Ha!) Without the H&R I was posted on the block Won't be no Mike Brown, I'ma shot it out with cops (Cops) Headed to the top while these other n***a flop (Ah) They told me time is money, put some diamonds on my watch Watch, don't believe me, I ain't Trinidad (No) No meth, f**k breakin', I was living bad (Ha) Same n***as used to hate me, know they prison fags See the movin' around their cycles like a ceiling fan President and I don't see the change n***a Obama, Osama, I see the same n***a Cops poppin' kids and they tell you be tame n***a Live blind, you gon' die by the flame n***a (Bop, bop, bop, bop, bop, bop, bop) Look, bop, bop, bop Middle finger to the pigs, f**k all these cops From a block, n***a sellin rocks just to make a dollar B*t*h sellin' t*** to somebody's father Oh sh*t, cold sh*t, all I hear is, "go b*t*h, go b*t*h" Froze wrist, oh sh*t, coppers come around me, don't snitch Del Amo takin' head shots, n***as won't miss, Eazii Theses n***as be lyin' I swear to my God that I'm done with the bullsh*t I can't afford to be goin' to court on a capitol sentence Del Amo the city, I die for my city, the gun I unloaded She sellin' that powder and sellin' that pu**y, that's PP, no urine If it wasn't for the haters I'd be ballin' like I'm Drake or somethin' steady cookin' like I'm makin' somethin' They want to steal my gold but I doubt they ever take it from me (Never) Bum-a** n***as always hate it when you make it Hardest n***a out but they will not give me credit (Credit) Eazii never been a noodle, I don't like spaghetti ('Ghetti) I fly and dressin' well, the gang is always prevyed And there is only one I so don't tell me about Feddy Wop All my n***as strapped they be ready for the apocalypse (Yeah, yeah) Couple b*t*hes with they'll suck you till you out of it (Yeah, yeah) Credit cards, dollar bills, they searchin' where you wallet is (Yeah, yeah) Check 'em all, [?] and bring it back to poppa bear Somebody tell Ca**idy and tell him I'ma-, I'ma hustler [?], always ready for my customers She loyal, got money and a freak then I'll f**k with her Can't cook, no money, no weed, I ain't touchin' her Lookin' like a million f**kin' dollars when I pull up You lookin' like you askin' for a dollar when you pull up I hit the pu**y, make her want to holla when I pull up You love the b*t*h and always buy her flowers, that's tulips They say they want bars so I'ma turn it up a notch Whole team aimin' a beam, he got chicken pox The guns you got don't even ring, they some replicas Tomato squirted all over bread, are you catchin' up? I swear I'm starin' my n***a (N***a), I swear I'm starin', my n***a Don't got me no choice, must go harder my n***a I was built to be fresh like a garden, my n***a Look, starvin' n***a need a gut check And you can better your bottom dollar that we up next Hungry n***a need a gut check And you can bet your bottom dollar (Bottom dollar, bottom dollar)
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