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I just feel like we gotta go in Y'all got the right nigga for the job this time (oh, we snapping on this shit) Arsonal, uh A young nigga from the Eastside, me, I'm certified, I don't need ID Fuck a hater I'll see him later, he gon' need a favor in the long run Fuck a cop, I keep a chopper that's a long gun Hop grindin' way before the alarm rung Know it's a hit way before we record one I'm on one, two, three, four, blunts out the face I'mma need three more I started flexin' as a youngin' I was gettin' money I was selling weed, all the bitches love me Trouble with the law, started gettin' ugly Scamming with my homies just to get some money Grew up in the trenches, I had good intentions Want it done right? then you should do the bidness I don't trust niggas, I get too suspicious Crack on the stove and make mama do the dishes Fuckin' up the China, gotta look behind ya Hollow tips inside ya, just a brief reminder I'm from a city where daughters sell vagina Cops are shootin' minors, all these niggas liars Apologize now nigga, pardon your looks Download all my shit off on iTunes, I'm out here giving all my audio push They got me motivated If they say I'm the best then don't debate it, success is overrated Ah, bidness is best negotiated so let's associate it with death, I know they hate it His flesh exfoliated, what happened? The tech, a phony ate it with passion I was working long days they was nappin' I struggled, I was cryin', they was laughin' Three mill for a deal, oh it ain't happenin I done won a hundred thousand playing Madden The rest rappin' took all my chips and cashed in but thanks for askin' Let a nigga try me like they don't know who I be I'm me, I'm G, hit the homies out in I.E, one word, body, homi, that's a murda I'on keep everything, that's a murda Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm that's a murda, yeah Murda, murda, yeah Murda, murda, murda, murda, yeah, murda, murda, yeah Like they never heard of ya Understand I got God with me, so the evils can never hurt me I.E. you see it on my jersey, I just call up Ars when I'm out in Jersey Tell 'em I need a white girl that look like Fergie Shaved kitties, I don't do 'em furry Make a running money in a hurry, solo on these missions 'cause these niggas scurry Mama said to trust in what the reverend say I look at my skin and see a better way Young black king, they ain't never say that people my color was running Heaven gates I got two phones, no Kevin Gates One for bad times, one for better days I don't answer the one for bad times 'cause I need good vibes around me all seven days I got bad bitches on my resume I hit the booth and try to go ahead of Jay, ahead of Ye Ahead of Gandhi, ahead of myself yesterday, I don't see no better way If it's mula that'll be made till Saturday I'll be there on the dot, I ain't never late I won't sign by the dotted unless the bread is stacked up like wedding cakes Gotta set it straight, I know niggas from Grape like Lil' Lay I got stocks from the Benz, no never scrape Really scrapped in these streets, we ain't grow the same Lost homies to this beef, you don't know the pain Price and S.Dot on the beat, you know it bang And I'm Price by the way, so you know the name From summer to winter, spring to fall, heat, snow or rain I got the West on my shoulders mane, yeah, you know that's a murda, whoa I'on keep everything, that's a murda Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm that's a murda, yeah Murda, murda, yeah Murda, murda, murda, murda (yeah, this is bad) Murda, murda, murda, murda (I'mma say it, this sucks) Huh, make some room for the young legends I ain't come in here to come second Done playing, done stressing, no question, best-dressed young veteran All the drug sellers drug users now Game of the new dealer, pure dope, seen us, pure smoke West West, inhale, chest press light up two J's and I'm hot now Uh, I could probably earn Skymiles Yeah, I'mma make 'em stop playin' with us Uh, not now nigga right now 'Cause all we need it was God to win Hustle with your ass since I was ten Muscle what you see since I walked in So how the fuck you think it's bout to end? Ooh-ooh sit down I roll up Life too fast, slow up, okay no You know what? Okay go Back to bidness after this I open up and answer questions What the fuck you want and why the fuck you want it? Why I'm cussing? One I'm zonin' and I've eaten every single known opponent There's no comparin' us, the fuck you starin' at? Eatin' faces off, I see back to back No consecutively, I mean back to back Eatin' faces off, nothin' after that That's amazing dawg, what the fuck is up? I don't even breathe, goin' nothin' front If I cuss again I'm only cussing once No one in the rap game could fuck with us Stone Junction out right now, go get
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