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Mmm Mmm-mmm Yeah, f**k it, let me pop my sh*t one time Nobody got hit, spin the block again (Yeah, yeah) I done been too solid, something got to give (Yeah, yeah) Rockin' real diamonds before I got the deal Through the grace of God, we got away, so now we gotta chill They thought it was rap cap and I told ’em that I got a mil' You can get whatever if you ask me, you ain't gotta steal My lil’ woadie said he fightin' demons, feel like he gotta kill And I just left the hood to catch a vibe and that sh*t give me chills One hand on my steering wheel, other arm to work the blicky I'ma be forever gang but smart enough to keep my distance Product of the real trenches, that's why I wear a trench coat Damn near f**ked my life gamblin', bet it all on ten-to-four Rap get slow, I'm sellin' loads, can't get caught with no skinny ho Can’t get caught with no ho at all, b*t*h, don’t slam my door that hard I pull up like, "Oh my Lawd," she gon' shop, she hold my card Glock four-fifth my bodyguard, I sip syrup, no noddin’ off If you know you owe me, better come and pay me, better not be a dollar short I done took the game, put it in a lock, I ain't even try Lookin' like a lick, tryna play slick, n***a, you'll die Comin’ from the bricks, I ain't had sh*t, now the new Coupe 125 Yeah
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