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Intro 1
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Verse 1
I'd sell all seven of the seed
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Then I'd double back to the ghetto,
and give the homies what they need
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Whether it be weed or eat
the frontin' niggas' cheese
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See to me it's either shoot you
some baskets to move some keys
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What the fuck you mean when you scream
children and their dreams
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Consists of either raffin' playin'
for somebody's team
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That's what we need,
another nigga livin' check to check
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Speakin' out in disrespect toward
the ones who took the step
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To get they ass about
a fucked up situation
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While you satisfied with minimum
wages and steady agin'
statin' that fast cash don't last
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But at the same time,
you're quick to ask a nigga for his autograph
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Or heart at last,
but instead I count my blessings
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Knowin' good and damn well,
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I could've been the one that's out here stressin'
Or askin' questions, concerned about what another
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nigga got in
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I know this nigga had more cheese than
Green
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Bay and he stayed about two
blocks down the
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Southern sittin' on so much green,
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you would think he was a landscaper
Huh, and this an easy caper
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Fucked around and caught him slippin',
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drivin' a white expedition
Pullin' out a
Kentucky fried chicken,
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I'm shippin'
Christian
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As I follow him home, soon as he get out,
run up on him with the chrome
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Let's go in this house,
and take me straight to the safe
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Didn't know we had a spouse,
I shot the bitch in the face
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It ain't gon' get no safe up,
open the motherfuckin' safe up
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You could either get taped up or bust,
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nigga, for this paper
I need it to a bag of green sprilla
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I'll run over hoes like
Jerome
Bettis for my lettuce
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Then I'll bleed the block anemic
style and don't bother all us
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I'm trying to flip a range with crash
bars and the spoilers
cause the moral ain't promised
My
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T -word 40 years ain't
never been to the
Bahamas
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Real rappers dying,
so -called rappers live with they mamas
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Who the number one is,
man, got to see a one with the commas
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I love the drama, look at your rollie,
how much time remaining?
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How much stressing and straining,
no maintaining?
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Fuck working 60 years complaining
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Mind ain't gone and the weed
got my brain straining
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They get your paypal you promise,
so today I'm getting my paypal
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I feel like rolling when the breeze is blowing,
counting
G's player
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Shot callers and true ballers,
save some for later
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I'm rolling when the breeze is blowing,
counting
G's player
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Duck in the streets,
place my mind back in the ghetto maze
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Understand that sun rays
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only bring brighter days
When shining the blaze,
from the pistol was almost blinding
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Now I think die,
cause there's too many bullets flying
by
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G tearin' up the trees behind me
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got weed runnin' and rollin'
unsure where we supposed to
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be these bullshit
get you some paper you niggas
y gots to freeze
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this no reason to flee
quick and get right back at my cheese
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bitch and leave this
whole shit for hoes to play
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cause y don't wanna see me click
and pop this clip inside my shit
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and clip your rolls today for grave sites
day or night get filled to
fit your ass right
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when the chips get chips ass get tight
hypes get pissed and wanna fight
I mix a step up on that shit
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cook it up and then came up with this
It's only the gettin'
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So today I'm gettin' my paper
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Feel like rollin' the breeze
is blowin'
Countin'
G's player
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Shot callers and true ballers
Save some for later
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For rollin' when the breeze
is blowin'
Countin'
G's player
Ain't promise till the day
I'm gettin' my paper
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Feel like rollin' when the breeze
is blowin'
Countin'
G's player
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Shot callers and true ballers
Save some for later
For rollin' when the breeze
is blowin'
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Countin'
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