Key: F minor
Verse 1
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Ah
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Verse 2
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This winning shit's easy,
all you gotta do is grind and pray (Amen)
Free my lil' bro, he 'posed to got
we be grindin' hard (Grind)
Bring the game to its knees,
you know I'm tryin' hard (Rap game)
I believe in the Constitution (Yeah)
So you know I exercise my right
to bear firearms
Ayy, and I don't owe a nigga shit,
y'all can blow a nigga's dick
We got sticks in our bags,
we shoot bags to the sticks
V called home from jail,
You gon' hear a lot of shit about me
But I ain't clearing up shit,
you gon' believe what you believe
All my haters broke,
drug dealers or no- name MCs (Wack)
Or a bitch who ate my dick and then got left up at the suite,
hold up (Bitch stay there)
'cause they not for show
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We ain't family,
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my nigga, stop callin' me "Bro" (Who is you?)
You would hate to see my
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Treat you like a stripper 'bout your jew elry,
Used to rob niggas,
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favorite rapper, 2Pac
50 shots on him so the
Used to want a G- Shock, then the Patek came
Verse 3
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Make
sure your bitch was home at
12, it's a respect thing (Yeah)
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Heard niggas snatching chains,
I ain't finna wrestle
Tripping get your stupid ass lit up
like the Patek bezel
So much dough,
I had to bag it with a shovel
I'm the reason they put
metal detectors in DPSs
Lou said if you get shot,
you ain't gon' die if you don't panic
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You ain't gon' die if you don't pan ic,
hold up
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That ho ain't cut me off for you, boy,
I demoted her
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Hundred on my chopper 'cause that
30 don't shoot long enough
If you ain't a private client,
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your account don't hold enough (Get it up)
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Gang 'til the world go up in flames, I ain't switching
Verse 4
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Presid
ential, ain't no ticking,
Ab
Don't make us separate your body from your spirit,
This money ain't stop a nigga
from bein' vicious
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no DNA or no witness (Clean it up )
Grind hard 'cause I still
remember them evictions
Heavy checks, still trapping,
call it rich hustling
(Call it rich hustlin')
Tell these niggas gon' 'head with all that
dick sucking
(Boy, you a dick sucker)
Heavy checks, still trapping,
call it rich hustling
I don't know if niggas gay or what 'cause
y'all be dick suckin' (Nigga)
I got a rapper's baby mama playing
in my dreads (Let's get it)
Money off the music,
still playing with the meds (What else?)
Had to slow up on the 10, can't play
I ain't trippin' on that
so I'm cool with my ex- bitch (Ex- bitch)
Stay fresh, keep some bands, I'm from the West,
bitch (Joy Road, bitch)
We hit the club and make a mess,
bitch (Fuck it up)
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Like free the real, keep the rest,
Verse 5
bitch
Free the guys,
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man, you know we gon' hold this shit down
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By the time you look up , that
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And it's back to balling
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Come pick your boys up in that Bent' truck or something,
Outro 1
ah
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Gb
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F
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Gb
Ab
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