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Aye what I shot for take me back to 94
Chris Wallace what he was ready to die for

You know what my story is far from glorious talk big shit I gotta be notorious
I gotta be notorious
Talk big shit I gotta be notorious

Work that , surf that
Get back music with the top back
Dream killers played out like hubcaps
Dissect a nigga stuck on his craft
Million stacks I'm trying to touch that
Tell them gatekeepers go on fallback
New money new bitches
New hundreds new fifties
Ass to phat like 2 nicki's
Pull up on that bitch like u riding with me
Talking big shit like I'm new biggie
Pushing caprice like its new Bentley
New Bentley , new Bentley
Swerve on these niggas like its new Bentley new Bentley new Bentley
Talking big shit like I'm new biggie
Solidify my game never miss when I aim niggas run up on me they gon catch up with the flames
Talk behind my back as they whisper my name but this train ain't getting off the track until I say...
Rappers get their feeling caught up in this rap shit
But how could you not when they blame us for everything gun violence I mean everything
So funny how we act heaven sent
But that's okay as long as I get paid to do my thing
I'mma smoke and I'mma drink until them suckas go insane it'll take me a few setbacks to get me off this plane Cuz I'm going out with a bang I'm going out with a bang yeah

You know what my story is far from glorious talk big shit I gotta be notorious
I gotta be notorious
Talk big shit I gotta be notorious

Visionary , box Chevy , 2 bitches , 2 crazy bottle of henny
Cuz I talk a lotta shit off the goose
She trashing the Telly in her birthday suit
Damn dc shorties is the truth
Gotta love it a brick to a house gotta cut it
Got my thoughts racing through my brain like a stampede
Gotta get it gotta get it ugh
U pressed off the limelight I'm pressed off the digits , bands
We just living for today we don't make no plans trying to establish a brand
Niggas talking about the bread they be getting but can't count that in one hand
How you figure you got the game in a chokehold but you ain't got no stans , Goddamn
Run through these streets like a stand up guy
For what I believe in I'm going to die
Life expectancy for us niggas so low
That's why these suckas ain't letting us fly
30 plus grinding over 10 years the blood the sweat and the tears I cry
When niggas wanna stick me for my paper Damn
But that's okay as long as I get paid to do my thing
I'mma smoke and I'mma drink until them suckas go insane
It'll take me a few setbacks to get me off this plane
Cuz I'm going out with a bang I'm going out with a bang yeah
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Aye what I shot for take me back to 94
Chris Wallace what he was ready to die for

You know what my story is far from glorious talk big shit I gotta be notorious
I gotta be notorious
Talk big shit I gotta be notorious

Work that , surf that
Get back music with the top back
Dream killers played out like hubcaps
Dissect a nigga stuck on his craft
Million stacks I'm trying to touch that
Tell them gatekeepers go on fallback
New money new bitches
New hundreds new fifties
Ass to phat like 2 nicki's
Pull up on that bitch like u riding with me
Talking big shit like I'm new biggie
Pushing caprice like its new Bentley
New Bentley , new Bentley
Swerve on these niggas like its new Bentley new Bentley new Bentley
Talking big shit like I'm new biggie
Solidify my game never miss when I aim niggas run up on me they gon catch up with the flames
Talk behind my back as they whisper my name but this train ain't getting off the track until I say...
Rappers get their feeling caught up in this rap shit
But how could you not when they blame us for everything gun violence I mean everything
So funny how we act heaven sent
But that's okay as long as I get paid to do my thing
I'mma smoke and I'mma drink until them suckas go insane it'll take me a few setbacks to get me off this plane Cuz I'm going out with a bang I'm going out with a bang yeah

You know what my story is far from glorious talk big shit I gotta be notorious
I gotta be notorious
Talk big shit I gotta be notorious

Visionary , box Chevy , 2 bitches , 2 crazy bottle of henny
Cuz I talk a lotta shit off the goose
She trashing the Telly in her birthday suit
Damn dc shorties is the truth
Gotta love it a brick to a house gotta cut it
Got my thoughts racing through my brain like a stampede
Gotta get it gotta get it ugh
U pressed off the limelight I'm pressed off the digits , bands
We just living for today we don't make no plans trying to establish a brand
Niggas talking about the bread they be getting but can't count that in one hand
How you figure you got the game in a chokehold but you ain't got no stans , Goddamn
Run through these streets like a stand up guy
For what I believe in I'm going to die
Life expectancy for us niggas so low
That's why these suckas ain't letting us fly
30 plus grinding over 10 years the blood the sweat and the tears I cry
When niggas wanna stick me for my paper Damn
But that's okay as long as I get paid to do my thing
I'mma smoke and I'mma drink until them suckas go insane
It'll take me a few setbacks to get me off this plane
Cuz I'm going out with a bang I'm going out with a bang yeah
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