Uh, me and my niggas tryna get it, ya bish (ya bish, ya bish)
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Hit the house lick tell me is you with it, ya bish (ya bish, ya bish)
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Home invasion was persuasive (was persuasive, was persuasive)
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From nine to five I know its vacant, ya bish (ya bish, ya bish)
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Dreams of living life like rappers do (like rappers do, like rappers do)
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Back when condom wrappers wasn't cool (they wasn't cool, they wasn't cool)
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I f*cked Sherane then went to tell my bros (tell my bros, tell my bros)
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Then Usher Raymond "Let it Burn" came on ("Let it Burn" came on, "Let it Burn" came on)
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Hot sauce all in our Top Ramen, ya bish (ya bish, ya bish)
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Parked the car then we start rhyming, ya bish (ya bish, ya bish)
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The only thing we had to free our mind (free our mind, free our mind)
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Then freeze that verse when we see dollar signs (see dollar signs, see dollar signs)
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You looking like an easy come up, ya bish (ya bish, ya bish)
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A silver spoon I know you come from, ya bish (ya bish, ya bish)
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And that's a lifestyle that we never knew (we never knew, we never knew)
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Go at a reverend for the revenue
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It go Halle Berry or hallelujah
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Pick your poison tell me what you do
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Everybody gon' respect the shooter
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But the one in front of the gun lives forever (the one in front of the gun, forever)
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And I been hustlin' all day, this a way, that a way
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Through canals and alleyways, just to say
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Money trees is the perfect place for shade and that's just how I feel (now, now)
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A dollar might, just f*ck your main bitch, that's just how I feel (now)
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A dollar might, say, "F*ck them niggas that you came with", that's just how I feel (now, now)
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A dollar might, just make that lane switch, that's just how I feel (now)
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A dollar might, turn to a million and we all rich, that's just how I feel
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Dreams of living life like rappers do (like rappers do, like rappers do)
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Bump that new E-40 at the school (way at the school, way at the school)
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You know big ballin' with my homies (my homies)
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Earl Stevens had us thinking rational (thinking rational, that's rational)
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Back to reality we poor, ya bish (ya bish, ya bish)
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Another casualty at war, ya bish (ya bish, ya bish)
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Two bullets in my uncle Tony head (my Tony head, my Tony head)
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He said one day I'd be on tour, ya bish (ya bish, ya bish)
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That Louis Burger never be the same (won't be the same, won't be the same)
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A Louis belt'll never ease that pain (won't ease that pain, won't ease that pain)
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But I'ma purchase when that day is jerkin' (that day is jerkin', day is jerkin')
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Pull off at Church's with Pirelli's skirtin' (Pirelli's skirtin', Pirelli's skirtin')
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Gang signs out the window, ya bish (ya bish, ya bish)
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Hoping all of 'em offend you, ya bish (ya bish, ya bish)
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They say your hood is a pot of gold (a pot of gold, a pot of gold)
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And we gon' crash it when nobody's home
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It go Halle Berry or hallelujah
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Pick your poison tell me what you do
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Everybody gon' respect the shooter
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But the one in front of the gun lives forever (the one in front of the gun, forever)
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And I been hustlin' all day, this a way, that a way
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Through canals and alleyways, just to say
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Money trees is the perfect place for shade and that's just how I feel (now, now)
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A dollar might, just f*ck your main bitch, that's just how I feel (now)
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A dollar might, say, "F*ck them niggas that you came with", that's just how I feel (now, now)
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A dollar might, just make that lane switch, that's just how I feel (now)
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A dollar might, turn to a million and we all rich, that's just how I feel
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Be the last one out to get this dough? No way
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Love one of you bucket-headed hoes? No way
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Hit the streets, then we break the code? No way
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Hit the brakes, when they on patrol? No way
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Be the last one out to get this dough? No way
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Love one of you bucket-headed hoes? No way
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Hit the streets, then we break the code? No way
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Hit the brakes, when they on patrol? No way
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Imagine Rock up in the projects where them niggas pick your pockets
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Santa Claus don't miss them stockings, liquor spilling, pistols popping
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Baking soda YOLA whipping, ain't no turkey on Thanksgiving
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My homeboy just domed a nigga, I just hope the Lord forgive him
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Pots with cocaine residue, everyday I'm hustlin'
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What else is a thug to do when you eatin' cheese from the government?
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Gotta provide for my daughter 'n' 'em, get the f*ck up out my way, bitch
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Got that drum and got them bands just like a parade, bitch
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Drop that work up in the bushes, hope them boys don't see my stash
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If they do. tell the truth, this the last time you might see my ass
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From the gardens where the grass ain't cut, them serpents lurking blood
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Bitches selling pussy, niggas selling drugs, but it's all good
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Broken promises, steal yo' watch and tell you what time it is
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Take your J's and tell you to kick it where a Footlocker is
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In the streets with a heater under my dungarees
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Dreams of me getting shaded under a money tree
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It go Halle Berry or hallelujah
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Pick your poison tell me what you do
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Everybody gon' respect the shooter
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But the one in front of the gun lives forever (the one in front of the gun, forever)
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And I been hustlin' all day, this a way, that a way
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Through canals and alleyways, just to say
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Money trees is the perfect place for shade and that's just how I feel
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Kendrick, just bring my car back, man
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I-I called in for another appointment
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I figured you weren't gonna be back here on time anyway
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Look, shit, shit
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I just wanna get out the house, man
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This man is on one, he feelin' good as a motherf*cker
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Shit, I'm tryna get my thing goin', too
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I'm going to Marilyn house, just bring my car back
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Shit, he faded (I want your body)
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He feelin' good
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Look, listen to him ('cause you got a big ol' fat ass)
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(Girl, girl, I want your body, I want your body, 'cause of that big ol' fat ass, girl)
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See, he high as hell
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Shit, he ain't even trippin' off them damn dominoes no more (I want your body, 'cause of that big ol'-)
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Just bring the car back (did somebody say dominoes?)
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