Key: Eb major•
Verse 1
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Fuck you lookin at, ayy
You think I'm fuckin' crazy, ayy
The fuck?
Sosa's on the motherfuckin'
beat now
the motherfuckin' ship
Don't be fuckin' callin' your homeboys
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I'm just one fuckin' gangster against
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Come on, the fuck is up? You
know what I'm sayin'?
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Step ya fuckin' game up
Verse 2
you got this money,
you disappear
That how you feel
In the muthafuckin' hood,
its ain't how you steal, it's how you kill
Now I'm rich bitch, it ain't how you feel,
it's how you live
And I'm on some big shit,
it ain't what you was, it's how you is
When I come have your 3D glasses in,
and have your ears
Before my son grow older,
I'ma tell ya hide ya kids
I smoke doja, you smoke Folgers, flame
it up and now you're dizzy
Hit Obama, told him I'ma pick him up and he said,
Verse 3
"Really?"
come and get you in a Hemi
On some rich shit, pick you up in a Bentley
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I'm ridin' stock paint,
and my shit still look like candy
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All these tools on me, man
I look like Handy Manny
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Nigga I'm an astronaut,
Nigga you's a Sandy
You ain't never jump out the water,
you use to swimmin'
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That mean you never jumped out the porch,
no types of sports
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I got my own shit,
I don't need no type of source
Verse 4
you disappear
That how you feel
In the mothafuckin' hood,
its ain't how you steal, it's how you kill
Now I'm rich bitch, it ain't how you feel,
it's how you live
And I'm on some big shit,
it ain't what you was, it's how you is
When I come have your 3D glasses in,
and have your ears
Before my son grow older,
I'ma tell ya hide ya kids
I smoke doja, you smoke Folgers, flame
it up and now you're dizzy
Hit Obama, told him I'ma pick him up and he said,
Verse 5
"Really?"
I pick you up in a dump
Police in my trunk,
they say I smell like a pound
I say I'm always goin' up,
I'm never Gloin' down
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Twitter this, Twitter that,
I'm goin' Slim Dunk
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Pull up on ya block,
what's in my gun make ya run
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This ballin' shit be fun,
but shootin' pistols funner
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I get the money later,
I got shootin' pistols hunger
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And when I'm done sparkin',
roll up and I forgot
Sosa you can't have this snub in the club,
I ain't retarded
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I do everythin' without givin' fucks,
I nonchalant it
Sosa, what the goals you want
in life? I want the money
Sosa, what type of weed you
smoke? I want the onions
Sosa, what type of chips you
like? I want the Funyuns
I'm ridin' low in cold water
or I'm ridin' around
Came with my cannon,
can't win, don't try it
Verse 6
you disappear
That how you feel
In the muthafuckin' hood,
its ain't how you steal, it's how you kill
Now I'm rich bitch, it ain't how you feel,
it's how you live
And I'm on some big shit, it ain't what you was,
it's how you is
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When I come have your 3D glasses
in, and have your ears
Before my son grow older,
I'ma tell ya hide ya kids
I smoke doja, you smoke Folgers, flame
it up and now you're dizzy
Hit Obama, told him I'ma pick him up and he said,
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