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

Yeah!

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Fuckin' "Condom Style"? "Get jig on"?
You a nigga, put a wig on
Nigga I be H.A.M. till the pig gone
All this ice my neck, I got a fridge on!
Cass, put 'em in a body bag
Broke nigga, we put you in a bodycast
Real nigga, all I 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 on me, me and my army
Feelin' like none of niggas can harm me
I came from the where they never make it at
With all my jewels on ain't never takin' that
Theres rules to the game I ain't breakin' that
And you give a statement, nigga, you can never take it back
You lame part of the game, pardon the fame.
I got 30 in my clip I can in your frame
Plus this Rollie on my wrist some cars and change
We talking life, 'bout to put a park in my name
Just to ride on you niggas, or on you niggas
G550 when we glide on you niggas
on you niggas, homicide on you nigga
I never had no rap, had no ties to you niggas, so
Why you suckas hatin' and talkin' 'bout what I'm
I be out in Jamaica and ballin' like I'm like a Laker
It's and it's takers, these niggas is gettin faker
And I'm just gettin' richer I up and get my cake up!
Black Maserati, chinchillas from
Ten killers beside me, all lookin' like
I remember nights on with beef and broccoli
Rice and gravy, now crazy cause Phillipe's got me
All AP, same watch as Jay-Z
Ballin' I'm KD, how can niggas play 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 grand nigga, you ain't got the tab for that
You got the stacks for that, you the one we laughin' at
You ain't got half of that, pump you up: Asthma attack
Bye clown, calm down 'fore you me bomb now
Fucking all superstars like "Who Meek Milly bomb now?"
Went from Bentleys to going half on pie pounds
You niggas need to die down, Philly nigga: my
I heard your car got
But this is life boy you just got Deebo'd
Them Twitter fucking with your ego
You in the field tryna turn to God Tebow
Naw that work nigga, that'll get you murked nigga
All-black Ghost nigga, looking like a nigga
Been a dead man, so I'mma dig you out the Earth
Just to stuff your skeleton back into the dirt nigga
What you made year? What you worth nigga?
I dropped "Dreams & Nightmares," I made church
I did "I'ma Boss," set the summer off
Man these old niggas mad at me cause they off!
Ha! Get hate on Cass
And we ain't talking larceny cause they all
And your ain't riding witcha, they all mad
you ain't never put no food up in AR abs
My dog killed a body for ya, damn he didn't eat it
Now you mad at cause you can't get a beat from him
Once my niggas coming at you dog, we gon' keep
We no Forest Gump nigga, better keep runnin'
D.C. nigga, you P.C.
you was scared, I was eatin' chichi nigga
Talking to Tip about how we gon' these niggas
All I is bang bang, like that Chief Keef nigga
Got a black Aston, gold rims on it
Bitch looking like it got a pair of on it
Cashmere sweater, bunch of on it
All my come with extends on it
? and hit up, tuck nigga you lit up
Cause you like food my youngins ready to get up
Call you for a and tell you to write some shit up
Boom, high up, jumping all out the pick up, woah

You know you up right?
The "hustla"
You you fucked up right?
Man I ain't doing this shit no more you nut ass niggas
I in the game, I ain't even signed a year nigga
I got more money than all you ass old niggas put together
Y'all ain't do shit!
all this Philly shit
Y'all ain't put no foreigns out here nigga
All my drive foreigns!
My niggas even rap and drive better cars than you niggas
Coon copped 'Rari , you don't feel sorry for these bitch ass rappers!
You can't come to no more!
And not even because of this, you was comin' to Philly
You living here eight years you pussy ass nigga!