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(Hit-Boy)BitchThis life shit gettin' crazy, crazyI done, I done made itI done made it, made it, yeahSick and tired of these hatin' ass niggas, thoughLet my dick breathe for a couple secondsShit, fuck, niggaYeahI'm on my focus out here, I just had a relapseEven then I'm always up, feelin' like I am the bestI just made it World Peace for myself like I'm Ron ArtestI never been a referee but I still got the TEC, KilltecShoot you in your stomach, make this shit hard to digestRockstar, listenin' Jimi Hendrix in the projectsI'ma turn a nigga block to a art projectPicasso, I'll paint thatWhere the fuck is the bank at?Army sergeant, no rank yeahOkayIf you ain't payin' a hunnid thousand, get them features out my face50K to install a codeine fountain in my new estateI got that pump, it's ironic how that pump made him pump his brakesI ain't Lil Pump, but I got double Glocks on me like Gucci GangWe ball like Wilt Chamberlain, like the name of them old Gucci tapesYeah, I'm talkin' 'bout Gucci ManeHit a lil bitch like brrWhy she so insecure?Who got the pills in here?How do you live in here?I got my crib hereHavin' some kids hereI do it big, yeahBig, big, yeahI do it big, yeahBig, big, yeahShe saw me in the clubHow did you get in here?Fuck is you doin' here?Why'd you shoot in here?Doin' it big, yeahBig, big, yeahDoin' it big, yeahBig, big, yeahOh wait, oh wait, oh wait, oh wait, oh waitYou on bullshit, I hit you with that oléTwo in my shoulderI gotta prove myself, no lamesEven when I stand up and hit it from the backI'ma still get laidYour bitch a dragon, she run up on meshe get slayed (Smash, smash)I took a piss on your dead homie graveChicago shitChicago niggasFuckin' on the Philadelphia bitchesYeah, I'm super-richI could pay your rentAll we gunnas sickChopper with a the 10sPull up with the tintsJust business to me, never gave a fuckNever gave a shitOnly gettin' richIf I live, forgive and forgetMan, I don't forget shit(You don't know where to stand(You got a better day coming(A better day coming)Man, I don't forget shitI'm on my focus out here, I just had a relapseEven then I'm always up, feelin' like I am the bestI just made it World Peace for myself like I'm Ron ArtestI never been a referee but I still got the TEC, KilltecShoot you in your stomach, make this shit hard to digestRockstar, listenin' Jimi Hendrix in the projectsI'ma turn a nigga block to a art projectPicasso, I'll paint thatWhere the fuck is the bank at?Army sergeant, no rank yeah
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