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I'm talking to her straight like "what you really wanna do?" P&C the mob, made a killin' with the crew You heard about the squad we ain't come up out the blue The shit we doing now, prolly make it on the news All these haters snooze, while I'm making moves They hate you then they love you, that's the game it's just the rules The dough made her do it, using money as a tool If you think she love you, nigga you might be a fool Power of that pussy got us sitting on a stool Wassup with all these new niggas acting like we cool Where was y'all at when I was walking home from school I dropped bands on a nigga, I done paid my dues Fuck all that talking, we can do it out in public Go hard for what I got man and they ain't give me nothing Made a couple thousands, bout to flip it with my cousins Ain't no compensation, we do not need no discussion Unless we giving back, then that's a different subject Doing this for years, give a fuck bout where your buzz at All these niggas worthless man, tell me where the plug at Randy Mossing touchdown, we gon' bring the dub back Think the rap game need a makeover Young niggas run the world, this the takeover She get drunk, she go wild, she should stay sober I'm about to feed her to the sharks, see if she stay loyal I fell in love with the streets, yeah I hug the block 20s, 50s, hundreds give me what you got I pick money over bitches like why not It's levels to this shit and boy I'm in a new spot I demand all my dough but when it come to rapping Look, I ain't force nothing I just let it happen She really, really, really love me, had to get me tatted Real hustle mindset, money in the mattress I ain't had to plan it, nigga everything organic Live & Grow is dropping, yeah you know the streets demand it Ain't nothing headed, nigga gotta go insane I gotta kill the game, I can see the open lane I got a mixed chick, we be on some pimp shit Bossed up, she eating veggies like [?] shit Pack your bags baby girl, yeah we bout to split I swear I'm in too deep, let's just take a trip [?] bands , we did our thing No regrets, hopped on that plane Young Veggies, you know my name Don't act like you don't know the gang Certified, I ain't no lame I told her like "you better rep my name" P&C, I'ma rep my gang When it come to rap, I'm reckless mane (mane) I need my money bigger than Texas mane (mane) I'm bout to build the block like Tetris mane (mane) All them groupie hoes get rep for fame But I'm married to the game, no wedding ring
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