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We gon' knock this out
We gon' to one song and one song only nigga!

Yeah!

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Fuckin' "Condom Style"? "Get jig on"?
You a nigga, put a wig on
Nigga I be goin H.A.M. till the pig
All this ice my neck, I got a fridge on!
Body Cass, put 'em in a bag
Broke nigga, we put you in a bodycast
Real nigga, all I know is get a lot of
I took you niggas spot that's why you prolly mad!
My story, all guts,
on the corner, Glock .40 tucked on me
20 years on me, me and my
Feelin' like none of niggas can harm me
I came from the where they never make it at
With all my jewels on they ain't never takin'
Theres rules to the I ain't never breakin' that
And once you a statement, nigga, you can never take it back
You lame part of the game, pardon the fame.
I got 30 in my clip I can in your frame
this Rollie on my wrist cost some cars and change
We talking life, 'bout to put a park in my name
to ride on you niggas, or slide on you niggas
G550 when we glide on you like
on you niggas, homicide on you nigga
I ain't had no rap, had no ties to you niggas, so
Why you suckas hatin' and talkin' what I'm makin'?
When I be out in Jamaica and ballin' I'm like a Laker
It's givers and it's takers, niggas is gettin faker
And I'm just richer I wake up and get my cake up!
Black Maserati, from Papi
Ten beside me, all lookin' like ahkis
I remember nights on corners beef and broccoli
Rice and gravy, now it's cause Phillipe's got me
All AP, same watch as Jay-Z
Ballin' I'm KD, how can niggas play me?
If you ain't talkin' nigga fuck you, pay me
with the top down and the A.C.
On, drawn, fuck is y'all
I'mma you a pawn, lil nigga I'mma Don
The coke price high, it cost 40 for a
And like 20 for a half lil do the math
And you talkin' a battle rap, how you gon' handle that?
100 grand nigga, you ain't got the tab for that
You ain't got the stacks for that, you the one we at
You ain't got of that, they pump you up: Asthma attack
Bye clown, calm 'fore you make me bomb now
Fucking all these superstars like "Who Meek bomb now?"
Went from driving Bentleys to going on pie pounds
You niggas to die down, Philly nigga: my town
I heard your car got
But this is bike boy you just got Deebo'd
Them Twitter fucking with your ego
You in the tryna turn to God like Tebow
Naw that won't work nigga, that'll get you nigga
All-black Ghost nigga, looking like a hearse
Been a dead man, so dig you out the Earth nigga
Just to stuff your skeleton right back into the dirt
What you this year? What you worth nigga?
I dropped "Dreams & Nightmares," I made nigga
I did "I'ma Boss," youngin' set the off
Man these old niggas mad at me they fallin' off!
Ha! Get your hate on
And we talking larceny cause they all trash
And your goons ain't witcha, they all mad
you ain't never put no food up in AR abs
My dog killed a body for ya, he didn't eat from it
Now you mad at cause you can't get a beat from him
Once my niggas coming at you dog, we gon' comin'
We ain't no Forest Gump nigga, better keep
D.C. nigga, you P.C.
While you was scared, I was eatin' chichi
Talking to Tip about how we gon' these niggas
All I know is bang bang, like that Chief Keef
Got a black Aston, gold rims on it
Bitch looking like it got a of Timbs on it
Cashmere sweater, of Jims on it
All my guns come with on it
? and hit up, tuck nigga you lit up
Cause you looking like food my ready to get up
Call you for a and tell you to write some shit up
Boom, high up, jumping all out the pick up, woah

You know you up right?
The "hustla"
You know you up right?
Man I ain't doing this shit no with you nut ass niggas
I came in the game, I even signed a year nigga
I got more money all you hatin' ass old niggas put together
Y'all ain't do shit!
Talkin' all Philly shit
Y'all niggas ain't put no foreigns out nigga
All my niggas foreigns!
My niggas don't even rap and drive better cars you niggas
Coon copped that 'Rari , you don't sorry for these bitch ass rappers!
You can't to Philly no more!
And not even because of this, you was never comin' to
You been living here eight you pussy ass nigga!