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We gon' knock right out
We gon' skate to one song and one only nigga!

Yeah!

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Fuckin' "Condom Style"? "Get jig on"?
You a nigga, put a wig on
Nigga I be goin H.A.M. till the pig
All this ice around my neck, I got a on!
Cass, put 'em in a body bag
Broke nigga, we put you in a bodycast
nigga, all I know is get a lot of cash
I took you hater niggas spot that's why you mad!
My story, all guts,
on the corner, Glock .40 tucked on me
20 years on me, me and my
Feelin' none of y'all niggas can harm me
I came the bottom where they never make it at
With all my jewels on they ain't takin' that
rules to the game I ain't never breakin' that
And once you give a statement, nigga, you can never it back
You part of the game, nigga pardon the fame.
I got 30 in my I can park in your frame
Plus this Rollie on my wrist cost some cars and
We talking bike life, to put a park in my name
Just to ride on you niggas, or on you niggas
G550 when we glide on you niggas
Clyde on you niggas, on you nigga
I ain't had no rap, had no ties to you niggas, so
Why you suckas hatin' and talkin' what I'm makin'?
When I be out in and ballin' like I'm like a Laker
It's givers and it's takers, these is gettin faker
And I'm just gettin' richer I wake up and get my up!
Black Maserati, chinchillas Papi
Ten killers beside me, all like ahkis
I nights on corners with beef and broccoli
Rice and gravy, now it's cause Phillipe's got me
All gold AP, same as Jay-Z
Ballin' like I'm KD, how can niggas me?
If you ain't money nigga fuck you, pay me
with the top down and the A.C.
On, drawn, fuck is doin'
I'mma king you a pawn, lil I'mma Don
The coke price high, it 40 for a jawn
And 20 for a half lil nigga do the math
And you talkin' bout a battle rap, how you gon' that?
100 pussy nigga, you ain't got the tab for that
You ain't got the stacks for that, you the one we at
You ain't got half of that, pump you up: Asthma attack
Bye clown, calm down 'fore you me bomb now
Fucking all these superstars like "Who Meek Milly now?"
from driving Bentleys to going half on pie pounds
You need to die down, Philly nigga: my town
I your car got re-poed
But this is bike life boy you just got
Them niggas fucking with your ego
You in the field turn to God like Tebow
Naw won't work nigga, that'll get you murked nigga
All-black Ghost nigga, looking like a hearse
Been a dead man, so dig you out the Earth nigga
Just to stuff your right back into the dirt nigga
What you made this year? you worth nigga?
I dropped "Dreams & Nightmares," I made nigga
I did "I'ma Boss," youngin' set the off
Man these old mad at me cause they fallin' off!
Ha! Get your hate on
And we ain't talking larceny cause they all
And goons ain't riding witcha, they all mad
Cause you ain't never put no up in AR abs
My dog a body for ya, damn he didn't eat from it
Now you mad at Swizz cause you can't get a beat him
Once my niggas coming at you dog, we keep comin'
We ain't no Forest Gump nigga, keep runnin'
D.C. nigga, you P.C.
While you was scared, I was eatin' chichi
Talking to Tip about how we beast these niggas
All I is bang bang, like that Chief Keef nigga
Got a matte Aston, gold rims on it
Bitch looking like it got a pair of on it
Cashmere sweater, bunch of on it
All my guns come with on it
Duck ? and hit up, nigga you lit up
Cause you looking like my youngins ready to get up
Call you for a verse and tell you to some shit up
Boom, high stick up, jumping all out the pick up,

You know you up right?
The "hustla"
You know you fucked up
Man I doing this shit no more with you nut ass niggas
I came in the game, I ain't even signed a year
I got more money than all you hatin' ass old niggas put
Y'all niggas do shit!
all this Philly shit
Y'all niggas ain't put no foreigns out here
All my niggas foreigns!
My niggas don't even rap and drive better than you niggas
Coon copped that 'Rari , you don't sorry for these bitch ass rappers!
You can't come to no more!
And not because of this, you was never comin' to Philly
You living here eight years you pussy ass nigga!