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Verse 1
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Woo
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I'm a ma niac go crazy for the
cash (hey, brazy)
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Green Lamborghini, paper tags
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(skrt)
Ridin' through the city,
thirty mags (brrt, bow)
Niggas snitchin', they the police with no
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badge (woo, woo, woo)
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How I grew up, my momma was my
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dad (Momma, huh)
So when I blew up I put her
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in a pad (mansion)
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I like to throw up when I think
about the crash (ugh, ugh)
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Not playin', when I hit the tree I smell the gas (hey,
hey)
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Lookin' at the sky,
think about my past (sky)
When I used to kick a door,
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shoot you for the cash (boot, boot, boot)
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Everybody hit the floor 'fore you
make me mad (floor)
Devil had a nigga soul livin' too
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fast (Soul)
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Prayin' to the Lord,
my soul to keep (keep)
Controllin' me (me), take
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a hold of me (hold)
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Bitches ain't shit,
got exposed by E! ('sposed)
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So naive, cold in the streets (streets)
Verse 2
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Sleep on my feet (feet)
Money turn homies to zombies,
they eat (zombies)
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Miss my grandma, she was humble
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and sweet (grandma)
I don't speak, let the check talk
for me (check, woo)
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I can't sleep 'less the TEC
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in my reach (TEC)
Hit the dope, make me choke,
make me wheeze (choke)
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Sip the dope,
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help the pain at ease (hey)
Tryna get the money 'fore it clean,
it was dirty (dirty)
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Playin' football,
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hide the fire in my girdle (Fire)
Gettin' locked up,
runnin' round in a circle (circle)
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Brother caught fifteen like he did a murder (murder,
murder, murder, murder)
Now my whole family hurtin'
(hurtin',hurtin',hurtin',hurtin')
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Tryna see the light but we couldn't
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pull the cur tain
(Curtain, curtain, curtain, curtain)
Night time lurkin'
(night, night, night)
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Momma said the streetlights 'bout to stop
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workin' (light, light, light)
Lookin' at my momma in her
eyes (momma)
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Lookin' at me like a new
person (new person)
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She tellin' me I need to slow
down (slow down)
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The pain don't go away with the
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Perky (slow down)
That was when the rap wasn't
working (wasn't working)
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Living in the trap it's a
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search (trap search)
See my grandma in a hearse
(grandma)
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And Pistol P gone in the cas ket
Shot's fired nigga blasting (brrt)
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Cops, they arrive start smashing
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(woop, woop)
Opps we shoot shots like the
Mavericks (opps)
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Vaults put the cash up and we
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stash it (stash)
You flop, we doing numbers
can't imagine (hey)
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Money tunnel when the roof
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panoramic (skrt)
Count the bundles 'til my hand
start crampin' (cramp)
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I come with the drip I need a
napkin (hey)
Verse 3
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I'm a ma niac go crazy for the
cash (hey, crazy)
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Green Lamborghini, paper tags
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(skrt)
Ridin' through the city,
thirty mags (brrt, bow)
Niggas snitchin', they the police
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Fm
with no badge (woo, woo, woo)
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Bbm
How I grew up, my momma with my
dad (momma, huh)
So when I blew up I put her
Fm
Fm
in a pad (mansion)
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Bbm
I like to throw up when I think about
the crash (ugh, ugh)
Ab
Ab
Not playin', when I hit the tree I smell the gas (hey,
hey)
Bbm
Bbm
Lookin' at the sky,
think about my past (sky)
When I used to kick a door,
Fm
Fm
shoot you for the cash (boot, boot, boot)
Bbm
Bbm
Everybody hit the floor 'fore you
make me mad (floor)
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Ab
Yo, I had a nigga soul livin' too fast
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Prayin' to the Lord,
my soul to keep (keep)
Controllin' me (me), take a
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Fm
hold of me (hold)
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Bbm
Bitches ain't shit,
got exposed by E ('sposed)
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Fm
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So naive, cold in the streets (streets)
Verse 4
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I been crossed out by my own brother
(woo, woo)
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Ain't no rules in the street
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don't trust 'em
Ran it up and I had to go buss it
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Police 'bout to kick the door
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now we gotta flush it
Ridin' on the back streets thinkin'
'bout my brother
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Gb
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Prayin' that he come home to his
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loving mother
Can't believe it that I got it all
out the gutter
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Facetime 'round 3 Mike in a puddle
How am I 'posed to take it? (how?)
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Niggas dying around the same time
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I had a baby (hoo)
Here go the operator (operator)
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Let the gang know Pistol ain't 'gon make
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it (he ain't 'gon make it)
Now my mind going brazy (brazy)
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Got me feeling like I was the cause of the hatred
(I'm the cause of it)
Holdin' the revolver with the
laser (boop)
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They done killed my nig ga start a war
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bring the na tion (brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt)
I got a boss situation (boss)
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Military basis when we travel 'cross the
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na tion (military)
Double up the cup with
maple (woo)
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Ab
Ab
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Abomination on your pa per I got acres
Black man when you walking
and you labeled
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Beat the odds they don't
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wanna see you greater
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Eat you alive like a lion or a 'gator
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Momma's crying cause the police
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shot they ba bies
They crooked the motherland they done
took it (crooked)
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They take us and lock us up
and throw the booklet (take us)
Started rapping then I shook it (shook it)
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I hate the fame everybody keep on
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looking (fame)
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We done sold out Brooklyn (sold out)
Man I miss my Grandma
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cookin' (grandma)
Treat me like a don 'cause I'm
gifted (like a don)
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I'm a run the money up gotta
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go and get it (hey)
Verse 5
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Bbm
I'm a ma niac go crazy for the
cash (hey, crazy)
Fm
Fm
Green Lamborghini, paper tags
Bbm
Bbm
(skrt)
Ridin' through the city,
thirty mags (brrt, bow)
Niggas snitchin', they the police with no
Fm
Fm
badge (woo, woo, woo)
Bbm
Bbm
How I grew up, my momma with my
dad (momma, huh)
So when I blew up I put her
Fm
Fm
in a pad (mansion)
Bbm
Bbm
I like to throw up when I think
Gb
Gb
Bbm
Bbm
about the crash (ugh, ugh)
Ab
Ab
Not playin', when I hit the tree I smell the gas (hey,
hey)
Bbm
Bbm
Lookin' at the sky,
think about my past (sky)
When I used to kick a door,
Fm
Fm
shoot you for the cash (boot, boot, boot)
Bbm
Bbm
Everybody hit the floor 'fore you
make me mad (floor)
Ab
Ab
Yo, I had a nigga soul livin' too fast
Bbm
Bbm
Prayin' to the Lord,
my soul to keep (keep)
Controllin' me (me), take a
Fm
Fm
hold of me (hold)
Bbm
Bbm
Bitches ain't shit,
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Gb
Bbm
Bbm
got exposed by E ('sposed)
Fm
Fm
So naive, cold in the streets (streets)

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