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  • G ****, coming from where ni**as don't see ****
    No Peace treaty believe me some real street ****
    Speak so fluid in Bompton that old P ****
    Still got ******* that ***** that's on me pimp
    Street life, thugging in the same fit as last night
    But we ain't never trippin on mama as long as the cash right
    You don't really want no problems we do it on sight
    Hop out the homies be with it don't take this **** light
    Get off squeezing the semi like we don't do fights
    Rental car drop it in Vegas and then a cheap flight
    Uber right up to the airport and cop a red eye
    A little getaway to get my mind right, mind right, mind right
    Still the same ni**a from the Westside
    Where I can say I really done did it where the best died
    P shakes greet me when I land real gang ties
    Ghetto gospel and Hood lullabies
    Now the ***** was stealing rollies
    Trying to bring them to the homies
    She was dangerous out roaming
    I was on the porch smoking
    Eyes partially opened but your dog's super focused
    Just Jet life rolling with the ****st on some coast to coast ****
    I know whoopers I know locsters cuz there hustlers all over
    Dollar signs what it's about on the road or out these ****
    Hundred thousand Rolex
    My ****ies show two buttons on the top
    I got four switches in my at the top
    Smoke chamber, private jet hangar you might pass out
    Cough up a lung this where I'm from
    I gotta eat every m*********ing crumb
    I gotta get what I come for
    Look what I done but i know I can do much more
    Push for another Ferrari or another Porche, another score
    Cop coupes break that **** dashboard
    Stand up in the motor jamming the floaters
    In the Wraith made for comfort driver's seat like a sofa
    I'm going wherever the paper, I'm locked and loaded
    First class flight this morning from New Orleans to California
    Upon landing, the bad ***** pulled up on me and laid out everything she had for me homie

  • [00:23.77]G ****, coming from where ni**as don't see ****
    [00:26.89]No Peace treaty believe me some real street ****
    [00:29.91]Speak so fluid in Bompton that old P ****
    [00:32.67]Still got ******* that ***** that's on me pimp
    [00:35.80]Street life, thugging in the same fit as last night
    [00:38.83]But we ain't never trippin on mama as long as the cash right
    [00:41.71]You don't really want no problems we do it on sight
    [00:44.84]Hop out the homies be with it don't take this **** light
    [00:48.22]Get off squeezing the semi like we don't do fights
    [00:51.01]Rental car drop it in Vegas and then a cheap flight
    [00:54.53]Uber right up to the airport and cop a red eye
    [00:57.23]A little getaway to get my mind right, mind right, mind right
    [01:01.13]Still the same ni**a from the Westside
    [01:03.34]Where I can say I really done did it where the best died
    [01:06.49]P shakes greet me when I land real gang ties
    [01:09.92]Ghetto gospel and Hood lullabies
    [01:24.32]Now the ***** was stealing rollies
    [01:26.09]Trying to bring them to the homies
    [01:27.59]She was dangerous out roaming
    [01:29.23]I was on the porch smoking
    [01:30.64]Eyes partially opened but your dog's super focused
    [01:33.49]Just Jet life rolling with the ****st on some coast to coast ****
    [01:36.63]I know whoopers I know locsters cuz there hustlers all over
    [01:40.08]Dollar signs what it's about on the road or out these ****
    [01:43.66]Hundred thousand Rolex
    [01:45.11]My ****ies show two buttons on the top
    [01:47.55]I got four switches in my at the top
    [01:49.46]Smoke chamber, private jet hangar you might pass out
    [01:52.34]Cough up a lung this where I'm from
    [01:55.62]I gotta eat every m*********ing crumb
    [01:57.87]I gotta get what I come for
    [01:59.67]Look what I done but i know I can do much more
    [02:02.56]Push for another Ferrari or another Porche, another score
    [02:05.39]Cop coupes break that **** dashboard
    [02:08.75]Stand up in the motor jamming the floaters
    [02:10.47]In the Wraith made for comfort driver's seat like a sofa
    [02:14.12]I'm going wherever the paper, I'm locked and loaded
    [02:17.30]First class flight this morning from New Orleans to California
    [02:20.69]Upon landing, the bad ***** pulled up on me and laid out everything she had for me homie
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