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Correct On Way
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Ayy I'm that nigga that they love to make rumors 'bout Why they actin' like I never pulled a Ruger out? We could pull up to they hood, we could shoot it out If you ain't ridin' for your niggas, what is you about? Never snitched, where that paperwork you claim, nigga? Show me black and white that even has my name, nigga They just mad 'cause I get dough and get hoes You old and you a bum, should've lived on Skid Row Two Glocks on your block like I'm 2Pac Come through with them chops, get your crew shot Catch a fade, nigga, bet you gettin' boo-bop Now a nigga need fans 'cause I'm too hot Hundred crips, tell 'em meet me in the lobby You need a verse, you better hit up C or Bobby Asian nigga, kickin' shit, but no karate Somebody dyin' if you diss us in the party Mix the Afficial shirt up with the Louis A couple years back, I swear they never knew me Look at my fit nowadays, a nigga Gucci Lights on, extra clips like a movie Killers on the payroll, movin' when I say so I'm just tryna put the food on the table 'Cause back then a young nigga wasn't able I give it all for the label You get ranned over if you in the way They ain't understand us, but now they tryna pay Pull up with them hammers and we gon' let it spray Now they understand us, we made our own way I made my own way, I'm in my own lane I don't say no names, I'm hot as propane We off the cocaine, I let the pole bang So that's your ho, man? She with my bro mans We ran a whole train, call it a soul train Them niggas talk loud, them niggas so lame I'm with the whole gang, I do my own thing I let the pole bang, then you have no brains That's on the gang Niggas always talkin' 'bout they loud You don't want no smoke, I give your ass some clouds You a fame nigga lookin' for some clout Gps, bitch, I'm on the money route Chopper gon' turn his son into a bastard Hit a nigga hard and disappear after Hollow tips turn a nigga into Casper Got his baby mama cryin' to the pastors Killers on the payroll, movin' when I say so I'm just tryna put the food on the table 'Cause back then a young nigga wasn't able I give it all for the label You get ranned over if you in the way They ain't understand us, but now they tryna pay Pull up with them hammers and we gon' let it spray Now they understand us, we made our own way
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