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[Verse 1] It’s from my heart and my soul They say my heart’s full of gold I’ma brush shoulders with Hov Came to take over control I’ma make sure that they know A nigga banned if he old And I ain’t playing with no ho I wrap my hand ‘round her throat These niggas playin’ so they broke You know your man he the foe You got subpoenaed, the coke And fuck payin’ the P.O These niggas playing with the dope I razor blade ‘til it broke I spread the shake off the floor These niggas think it’s a joke You better think like you know I got the K with the scope I’m sippin’ drank with the smoke I’m dripping paint with the spokes I’m top rank, so salute Versace frame with the boot I spent the bands on the loot I got a ten with me too Cartier lens and they new My pockets fat as Rasputia I can’t put no trust in hoes I put my trust in my Ruger I can’t put no trust in these niggas Cause these niggas’ll fool ya You niggas glorifying who got shot We respectin’ the shooter The block hot, all the [?] hoes out I’m on the apartment step until the bomb sold out [Hook] This shit for the real niggas ‘round the globe This shit here for real niggas down the road Money over bitches, sticking to the code I heard these bitches hatin’, tell ‘em fuck them hoes All these niggas ‘round my hood sell dope Better keep your falcon, anything goes Paint my shit candy , Rims tripple gold I heard these bitches hatin’, tell ‘em fuck them hoes [Verse 2] Never started out going to school with get ins Used to come home, see Ken ‘nem getting it in Remember came home, I seen a million on the floor Remember coming home, I used to see them bricks of dope Young nigga going hard, fresher than your folks Better tell your mama ‘nem go get you some new clothes Better tell your mama ‘nem you want some new Girbauds My uncle smoking dope, my other cousin out here throwed I was a young nigga tryna get it off the surface Mama ‘nem was working hard, daddy was getting nervous Didn’t have no hoop dreams, and damn sure wasn’t gon’ join the service Fuck a 9 to 5, the way it pay, that shit wasn’t working [Hook] This shit for the real niggas ‘round the globe This shit here for real niggas down the road Money over bitches, sticking to the code I heard these bitches hatin’, tell ‘em fuck them hoes All these niggas ‘round my hood sell dope Better keep your falcon, anything goes Bang my shit [?] the real tripper go I heard these bitches hatin’, tell ‘em fuck them hoes
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