Tonart: E minor•
Verse 1
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We sell liquid dope
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Your lean man online (Let'sget it!)
Damn
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Verse 2
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I was deep in the field on this street shit
Em
Late night I was starving ain't eat shit
Studio thinking hits, tryna get rich
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Hanging with a lot of niggas
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that was counterfeit
I was too real tote a blue steel
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Had a deal, had a deagle
No deal, I was breaking packs
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Had to feed and go kill,
post till I had M's
Then I had to go chill with a couple racks
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Studio 24 like a Laker fan
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Street shit, had to take it in
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One time out late I ain't take it in
I had to make amends
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See you the red light
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Creep on you with the red light
Strip a forty, getcha head right
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Ion't know nothing I was on the
road doing shows so bye bye
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Working naked like Wifi
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Ion't know shit I can't tell on my guys
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Smoking on this spinach game,
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And my niggas do a drill
Nigga up pipe call it show and tell
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Y'all niggas bring it like imitating
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Do a drill, they for real, they'll kill
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Going outside to these streets, yeah
Verse 3
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C
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This street shit ain't for everybody (no, no,
no,no,no)
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So I'm tell this shit to everybody (no, no,
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So stay in yo lane (stay in yo
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lane)
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You can't fit in with this
crowd (nah)
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What's yo resume nigga? (what's your
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resume?)
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You ain't no killer (you ain't
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I'm asking what's your resume nigga?
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(what's your resume nigga?)
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I heard you ain't no killer
(nah, nah, nah, nah)
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Who with this street shit?
Verse 4
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We was hugging them corners
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Niggas snitching they informing
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Street shit was important
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Back then I couldn't afford it
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Yellow ice bitch stone Jeff Ford shit
They see how he spend
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ing them forges
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Tryna rob me a M and a (?)
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Or a storage place with no fifth
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I'm talking 'bout arm and
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hammer baking soda
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If the block dry then I'm
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Police they take it I'ma make it over
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Give me a brick and I'ma
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You ready, I'm ready
You with it, I'm with it
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Let's get it, you talk but don't get it
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Put D in that skillet
I'm tryna get millions
Shit rich
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Talking drug money, blood money
I love money, I wanna hug money
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But I got that, let's get it
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You say you gotta bag, then I got that
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I'm loyal to my niggas
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Out late night I be strugglin'
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On them corners I be hustlin'
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I'ma kill you if you fuck with
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my niggas (gang!)
Verse 5
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This street shit ain't for everybody (no, no,
Am
So I'm tell this shit to everybody (no, no,
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So stay in yo lane (stay in yo
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You can't fit in with this crowd
(nah)
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What's yo resume nigga? (what's your
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C
resume?)
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Em
You ain't no killer (you ain't
Em
I'm asking what's your resume nigga?
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(what's your resume nigga?)
C
Em
I heard you ain't no killer (nah,
nah, nah, nah)
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Em
Who with this street shit?
Outro 1
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