Tonart: E minor
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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I see death around the corner,
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plus it's down the street
They act street,
but these rap niggas
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I got a bag, but I don't brag,
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I move around the street
When King Jaz passed away,
he left the crown with me
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I really stand for something,
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so I don't fall for shit
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I'm from the jet, you push wet,
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My life more than rap,
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so I called it quits
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My lil' cousin lost his trial,
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he just called me sick
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afford my lean habit
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Brick of old red, cost a Louis V
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I'm mixin' juice with my juice,
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I'm sick of sippin' soda
They kick the cup,
Em
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I still get mad when I just kick it over
Em
All these diamonds ain't designed
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for the hoe to pay me
My ex -bitch sister paid me,
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now I know she hate me
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For the ring, I watch alone,
a little over 80
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And niggas mad, your nigga's shinin',
that shit motivate me
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Niggas blow money,
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we be blowin' this shit
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As many Glock came stock,
Em
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had to throw in the stink
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Soon as game hit the town,
Em
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I'm puttin' bro in a lick
If you ain't really in this field,
Em
just can't go on this trip
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Nigga, it's blow money,
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we be blowin' this shit
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As many Glock came stock,
had to throw in the stink
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Soon as game hit the town,
Em
I'm puttin' bro in a lick
Dm
If you ain't really in this field,
Em
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just can't go on this trip
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Nig ga, we kick the door down,
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we hit it straight to the safe
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If the nigga get in the way,
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we smack him with the cake
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Skydwell on my wrist, that's a 40 ball
And I got the Cuban link,
nigga, what the fuck you think?
Road change,
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just to hold my fuckin' pendant up
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Niggas still hatin', hella broke,
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nigga, give it up XD
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and that bitch got a lemon squeeze
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We be in the studio, hella high,
blowin' trees
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Catch some niggas,
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then them people bring the tape out
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We be with them niggas on the low,
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on the stakeout
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It ain't never on pause,
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Catch me on the block late night,
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gettin' things right
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Hell yeah, I'm in a trap,
I be trappin', nigga
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And I got some niggas on
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I'm gettin' money, hell yeah,
I got my funds up
Dm
And I got it on my hip,
I dare a nigga run up
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Niggas blow money,
Em
Dm
we be blowin' this shit
As many Glock came stock,
Em
Dm
had to throw in a stick
Am
Dm
Soon as game hit the town,
Em
I'm puttin' bro on the lick
Dm
If you ain't really in this field,
Em
Dm
you can't go on this trip
Em
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Nig ga, it's blow money,
Em
we be blowin' this shit
Dm
As many Glock came stock,
had to throw in a stick
C
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Soon as scheme hit the town,
Em
I'm puttin' bro on the lick
Dm
If you ain't really in this field,
Em
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you can't go on this trip, nigga
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