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I'm as real as they come, I follow the rules
I'm still in the hood but I probably should move
Made enough money, I don't f*** around
I just felt they needed me, so I stuck around
Feds got my man, sh** is real son
Cause my god son just became my real son
Think life is a game but all you get is a turn
You live and you learn, either you freeze or you burn
Kush in the air, I'm pushing the gears
Love turned into hate, hate turned into fear
If it ain't right, I don't sign the deal
Shoot me in the watch, I got time to kill
Gasoline, propane, aint no salary cap in the dope game
Ain't no collective bargaining on cocaine
So in other words n****, do your thing
Mind in one place, heart in another
Please pardon my brother
He's just angry at you n****s
Who don't have your heart in your rap sh**
And got too f***in' comfy, cause we still f***in' hungry
Young Money, got the munchies
Faded, f***in' faded, aw yeah I'm f***in' faded
They tellin' lies about me, aw yeah I must've made it
Rykers Island on this flow, 8 months for that pistol
But at least they had some bad b****es workin' in that sh** hole
Ah, 3 visits later, I went and did it major
So f*** the judge, and the jury, and the litigator
Watchin all these kids who thought they had it figured out
And then November came, they let my n**** out
Stop playin, I aint with that bullsh**
N****s act like b****es
Shanaynay, oh my goodness
This is Wayne's World, and y'all are just some tourists
Give me three wishes, I wish, I wish, I wish, you would b****
Brand new p****, p**** good as baby power
Two glock 40′s, n**** you got 80 problems
Swimmin' in the money, Imma need some f***in' goggles
It's better to give, but we don't give a f*** about 'em
I just came home, sh** then got real h**
Lil Weezy-ana, the boot n****, steal toe
I ain't workin' with a full deck but I deal h**
I just touched down, kick the motherf***in' field goal
Talkin 'bout baby money? I got your baby money
Kidnap your b****, get that 'how much you love your lady' money
I know you fake n****, press your brakes n****
I'll take you out, that's a date n****
I'm a grown a** blood, stop playin' with me
Play a**hole and get an a** whippin'
I think you pussy cat ha, hello kitty
I just throw the alley-oop to Drake Griffin
I lay em down, tempur-pedic
This sh**'s a game of chess, you n****s think it's cleavage
It's young money, yeah 'tis the season
I give you the business, b**** this a business meeting
My n****s hungry, my b****es greedy
Will I die a bloody murder? Dear Mr. Ouija
N****, I'm straight, my girl a f*****
Potato on the barrel, pop pop tater salad
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