Tonart: C# minor
Verse 1
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Yeah, Friday, he's back in the building
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Hell, Fram, he's back in the building
Say, we're back in the building,
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Uh, we're just harder than ever
Ain't no squadron that's better
How we dodging together
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Through this horrible weather
When we move, it just proves
That these dudes just confused
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They all talk shit, these dorks still
Walk in these shoes
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I'm kooky to a range
The hooptie for the rain
Get the groupies loosey -doosey,
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you're a cutie's what they say
That's Louie, Gucci, Coochie
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when I'm moving through the lane Versace so I'm cocky,
big Medusa's on the frame, man
Listen, J's connected,
way respect the grayest necklace
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DJ's need to break your record,
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they don't need to break your record
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You rappers are funny,
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go act for the money
you ain't putting out crack
Those are dummies,
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I go from car to car, please
Plus some V's,
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you don't start with car keys
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And the hardest Barclays just
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dodging palm trees
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With the top down for so long,
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I deserve Mardi Gras beads
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Please, I'm still that same n***a,
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same n***a, flame spitter
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Listen, it's major, you hate her,
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lane switcher, dame hitter
Move with the mag and dot em'
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Ruthless and casket boxin' prick,
I'm back
It's a wrap, Houston,
we have a problem
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Bitch, it's harder than ever
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Ain't no squadron, it's better
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How we dodging and capper
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Through this horrible weather
When we move, it just proves
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that these dudes
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I'm in the back of the phantom,
smokin' pounds of purple
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Your life real cheap, it cost a dollar, murk you
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I always keep a backpack,
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I live on the road
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Circus shit I just won't do,
I live by the codes
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You know I'm worldwide now,
so you can't hide now
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I got gangstas in the natty
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down in Chi -town
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Get Midwest love from Midwest thugs
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And my niggas, they live off weed,
bitch -pressed drugs
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Mad at me cause I don't love em,
I fuck em
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I don't chase em, I duck em,
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then replace em with another one
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she kept calling me killin'
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My name is Hal Rell,
she was all on my dick
Got product in Flint, around the town
Them ox fuck up the towers,
they also fucked up the prices
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I make it
hard for you to breathe, brother
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Flowers and dirt
you can sleep under
My weed is purple, yellow diamonds,
Word to my nigga son,
and I'll kill your son
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Smack your big brother, spit on him,
tell him get his gun
This is my house, now no moving in
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I give these niggas crack lessons,
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Sell X's and O's without being in love
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I take a nap on a yacht,
you fall asleep in the tub, nigga
Rich is harder than ever
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Ain't no squadron is better
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How we dodging together
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Through this horrible weather
When we move it just proves
That these dudes just confused
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They all talk shit
Outro 1
These dorks let them walk in their shoes
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