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Uh-huh
Uh-huh, yeah
Uh-huh, yeah
Uh-huh, yeah
999
Yeah! (Ayo, Adz going crazy)

I done started from the bottom, (Huh, ya dig)
I done came to the top, (Yeah!)
I done started with the triple C's
I done moved up to the opps, (Huh)
Screaming out "f**k cops", (Ya dig)
Invading my shop, (Yeah)
I was tryna cook knots
I was tryna cook pot, (Huh)
I done started from the bottom, (Huh, ya dig)
I done came to the top, (Yeah!)
I done started with the triple C's
I done moved up to the opps, (Huh)
Screaming out "f**k cops", (Ya dig)
Invading my shop, (Yeah)
I was tryna cook knots
I was tryna cook pot (Huh)
Treat me like I'm nothing
Like I'm an a**umption
Something outta nothing
How is this a discussion?
How is this an argument? I ain't even start it
Now you tryna swing, you must on the Chris Brown sh*t, (Cool)
We can fight if you want, left, right
Don't tell nobody
Pull up on the scene, I go, (Aye)
Summer day but it's snowing
R.I.P to Loso, my slime
R.I.P Los'
Run up on me, you gon' die
Dissin' on Los'
Shoot one time, I swear I ain't missing, hoe
If I hit her, I'ma leave her, I won't miss her tho'
I gotta let her go
Treat her like a seed or sum, I gotta let her grow
She swallow all my seeds or sum

I done started from the bottom, (Huh, ya dig)
I done came to the top, (Yeah!)
I done started with the triple C's
I done moved up to the opps, (Huh)
Screaming out "f**k cops", (Ya dig)
Invading my shop, (Yeah)
I was tryna cook knots
I was tryna cook pot, (Huh)
I done started from the bottom, (Huh, ya dig)
I done came to the top, (Yeah!)
I done started with the triple C's
I done moved up to the opps, (Huh)
Screaming out "f**k cops", (Ya dig)
Invading my shop, (Yeah)
I was tryna cook knots
I was tryna cook pot (Huh)
They was talkin' dumb to me, so I had to up it on me, that's a Glock
Yeah
N***as talkin' dumb to me
I keep the iron on me like I'm Tony Stark
Got my heart broke way too many times before
I think that I did make up my mind before
Pull up in that new thing, like fast forward
Aye, my choppa naughty
Yeah, I got a bad torch
I hated math cla**, but I love counting dividends
All these b*t*hes snakes, I don't know who, just let 'em in
Ballin' to the point where I deserve a letterman
Yeah
Mama mad at me, she knows I'm taking medicine
Told her I ain't wanna live anyway
Slit right to my wrists, aye
Perky in my cup, yeah
I'm gon' make it fizz, yeah
Make it fizz

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