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Tonart: G minor
Verse 1
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Woo
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I'm a ma niac go crazy for the
cash (hey, brazy)
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Green Lamborghini, paper tags
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(skrt)
Ridin' through the city,
thirty mags (brrt, bow)
Niggas snitchin', they the police with no
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badge (woo, woo, woo)
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How I grew up, my momma was my
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dad (Momma, huh)
So when I blew up I put her
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in a pad (mansion)
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I like to throw up when I think
about the crash (ugh, ugh)
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Not playin', when I hit the tree I smell the gas (hey,
hey)
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Lookin' at the sky,
think about my past (sky)
When I used to kick a door,
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shoot you for the cash (boot, boot, boot)
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Everybody hit the floor 'fore you
make me mad (floor)
Devil had a nigga soul livin' too
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fast (Soul)
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Prayin' to the Lord,
my soul to keep (keep)
Controllin' me (me), take
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a hold of me (hold)
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Bitches ain't shit,
got exposed by E! ('sposed)
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So naive, cold in the streets (streets)
Verse 2
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Sleep on my feet (feet)
Money turn homies to zombies,
they eat (zombies)
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Miss my grandma, she was humble
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and sweet (grandma)
I don't speak, let the check talk
for me (check, woo)
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I can't sleep 'less the TEC
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in my reach (TEC)
Hit the dope, make me choke,
make me wheeze (choke)
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Sip the dope,
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help the pain at ease (hey)
Tryna get the money 'fore it clean,
it was dirty (dirty)
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Playin' football,
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hide the fire in my girdle (Fire)
Gettin' locked up,
runnin' round in a circle (circle)
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Brother caught fifteen like he did a murder (murder,
murder, murder, murder)
Now my whole family hurtin'
(hurtin',hurtin',hurtin',hurtin')
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Tryna see the light but we couldn't
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pull the cur tain
(Curtain, curtain, curtain, curtain)
Night time lurkin'
(night, night, night)
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Momma said the streetlights 'bout to stop
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workin' (light, light, light)
Lookin' at my momma in her
eyes (momma)
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Lookin' at me like a new
person (new person)
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She tellin' me I need to slow
down (slow down)
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The pain don't go away with the
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Perky (slow down)
That was when the rap wasn't
working (wasn't working)
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Living in the trap it's a
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search (trap search)
See my grandma in a hearse
(grandma)
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And Pistol P gone in the cas ket
Shot's fired nigga blasting (brrt)
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Cops, they arrive start smashing
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(woop, woop)
Opps we shoot shots like the
Mavericks (opps)
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Vaults put the cash up and we
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stash it (stash)
You flop, we doing numbers
can't imagine (hey)
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Money tunnel when the roof
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panoramic (skrt)
Count the bundles 'til my hand
start crampin' (cramp)
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I come with the drip I need a
napkin (hey)
Verse 3
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I'm a ma niac go crazy for the
cash (hey, crazy)
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Green Lamborghini, paper tags
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(skrt)
Ridin' through the city,
thirty mags (brrt, bow)
Niggas snitchin', they the police
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with no badge (woo, woo, woo)
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How I grew up, my momma with my
dad (momma, huh)
So when I blew up I put her
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in a pad (mansion)
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I like to throw up when I think about
the crash (ugh, ugh)
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Not playin', when I hit the tree I smell the gas (hey,
hey)
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Lookin' at the sky,
think about my past (sky)
When I used to kick a door,
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shoot you for the cash (boot, boot, boot)
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Everybody hit the floor 'fore you
make me mad (floor)
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Yo, I had a nigga soul livin' too fast
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Prayin' to the Lord,
my soul to keep (keep)
Controllin' me (me), take a
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hold of me (hold)
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Bitches ain't shit,
got exposed by E ('sposed)
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So naive, cold in the streets (streets)
Verse 4
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I been crossed out by my own brother
(woo, woo)
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Ain't no rules in the street
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don't trust 'em
Ran it up and I had to go buss it
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Police 'bout to kick the door
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now we gotta flush it
Ridin' on the back streets thinkin'
'bout my brother
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Prayin' that he come home to his
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loving mother
Can't believe it that I got it all
out the gutter
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Facetime 'round 3 Mike in a puddle
How am I 'posed to take it? (how?)
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Niggas dying around the same time
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I had a baby (hoo)
Here go the operator (operator)
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Let the gang know Pistol ain't 'gon make
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it (he ain't 'gon make it)
Now my mind going brazy (brazy)
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Got me feeling like I was the cause of the hatred
(I'm the cause of it)
Holdin' the revolver with the
laser (boop)
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They done killed my nig ga start a war
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bring the na tion (brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt)
I got a boss situation (boss)
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Military basis when we travel 'cross the
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na tion (military)
Double up the cup with
maple (woo)
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Abomination on your pa per I got acres
Black man when you walking
and you labeled
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Beat the odds they don't
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wanna see you greater
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Eat you alive like a lion or a 'gator
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Momma's crying cause the police
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shot they ba bies
They crooked the motherland they done
took it (crooked)
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They take us and lock us up
and throw the booklet (take us)
Started rapping then I shook it (shook it)
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I hate the fame everybody keep on
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looking (fame)
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We done sold out Brooklyn (sold out)
Man I miss my Grandma
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cookin' (grandma)
Treat me like a don 'cause I'm
gifted (like a don)
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I'm a run the money up gotta
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go and get it (hey)
Verse 5
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I'm a ma niac go crazy for the
cash (hey, crazy)
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Green Lamborghini, paper tags
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(skrt)
Ridin' through the city,
thirty mags (brrt, bow)
Niggas snitchin', they the police with no
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badge (woo, woo, woo)
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How I grew up, my momma with my
dad (momma, huh)
So when I blew up I put her
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in a pad (mansion)
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I like to throw up when I think
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about the crash (ugh, ugh)
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Not playin', when I hit the tree I smell the gas (hey,
hey)
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Lookin' at the sky,
think about my past (sky)
When I used to kick a door,
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shoot you for the cash (boot, boot, boot)
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Everybody hit the floor 'fore you
make me mad (floor)
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Yo, I had a nigga soul livin' too fast
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Prayin' to the Lord,
my soul to keep (keep)
Controllin' me (me), take a
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hold of me (hold)
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Bitches ain't shit,
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got exposed by E ('sposed)
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So naive, cold in the streets (streets)

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