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Cook that shit up, QuayI know they ain't feelin' my painI got codeine inside my veins, yeahI don't know who gassed you niggas up, go get a refillWe got them sticks, we in the field, we playing defenseHe got his ratchet, no life jacket, ready to dive inLil homie thuggin', he can't even swim, he in the deep endThey offerin' the shooter the death penalty, won't tell on meI know if I go broke today, them same hoes gon' bail on meI got them throwin' salt, they steady tryna fuck up my recipeAmiri jeans, a hundred a pair, ain't nothin' about a nigga cheapSellin' weed in the projects, relapsed on the Hi-TechTold the gang that we up next, put 'em on a jetOverseas with my sidepiece, my queen, she gotta be a dimepieceWe gon' stick together like assignedseats, on that Dej Loaf, nigga, try meWhoever thought I'd put a hundred on my neck?Whoever thought that I'd say I'm the one up next?Whoever thought they'd ever consider me the best?Whoever thought, whoever thought, whoever thought?I don't know who gassed you niggas up, go get a refillWe got them sticks, we in the field, we playing defenseHe got his ratchet, no life jacket, ready to dive inLil homie thuggin', he can't even swim, he in the deep endGo and ask about me in the streets, they heard of meIf she find out I been creepin', she gon' murder meI ain't trippin', no complaints, I got my currency upOut of town, I let the windows down so they can see usI take the hitters around the globethat's all I know (That's all I know)I met her last night she tried to give me her soul (Give me her soul)I got 'em hatin', they throwin' shots, they on their toesOne thing they know (One thing they know)One thing they know (One thing they know)Ain't gon let up on them niggas, once you try us, ain't gon' stopIf it's pressure, let me know, so we can pull up with them GlocksTryna dodge the bullshit and tryna make it to the topIf I never sell a record I'ma make it on the blockHow you gon wait 'til I make it then tryto help me? Nigga I don't need you (No help)I put the food on the table, nigga was hungry, I tried to feed youTreat all my niggas like bosses, nobody better, everyone equal (Yeah)Real talk this the sequel, hold it down for my peopleI don't know who gassed you niggas up, go get a refillWe got them sticks, we in the field, we playing defenseHe got his ratchet, no life jacket, ready to dive inLil homie thuggin', he can't even swim, he in the deep endI don't know who gassed you niggas up, go get a refillWe got them sticks, we in the field, we playing defenseHe got his ratchet, no life jacket, ready to dive inLil homie thuggin', he can't even swim, he in the deep end
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