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Fake nigga lie to a real nigga Real dope boy shit man Cut up , Cook it , Put it in the bag Turn it, Flip it, Ship it in a pack Doe boy, Runner, Stunting in a jag DTO boyz in the '17 trap Cut up , Cook it , Put it in the bag Turn it, Flip it, Ship it in a pack Doe boy, Runner, Stunting in a jag DTO boyz in the '17 trap Wake up smelling like loot on the avenue Bakery king aint no substitute I'm hot like my blood type B 140/83 my potention aint treated I'm focused on making up and m&m the money and millions a synonym I got the work cooking for the feins take a lay up at the 3 That's a long shot gyat damn Jamaica on the 33rd and 34th I get it how I live it, It's an even score They acting like they never really knew the boy I'm acting like I never even knew the boys I take em to a boot camp to learn something Can't get a hand out you don't learn nothing Come follow my lead to keeping it clean and making it easy Watching the coppers the number 1 Don't stay where you work that's the number 1 I'm keeping it simple for one of one To move how I move on a one on one Chopping the block to make it eventful to make it memory The lust for the feeling of memory So think how to make em remember me Cut up , Cook it , Put it in the bag Turn it, Flip it, Ship it in a pack Doe boy, Runner, Stunting in a jag DTO boyz in the '17 trap Cut up , Cook it , Put it in the bag Turn it, Flip it, Ship it in a pack Doe boy, Runner, Stunting in a jag DTO boyz in the '17 trap Cut up , Cook it , Put it in the bag Turn it, Flip it, Ship it in a pack Doe boy, Runner, Stunting in a jag DTO boyz in the '17 trap Cut up , Cook it , Put it in the bag Turn it, Flip it, Ship it in a pack Doe boy, Runner, Stunting in a jag DTO boyz in the '17 trap Pull up skrrt (Skrrt) Creeping in high volume T-Time (T-time T-time) You work to hard on your Honda I whip the aunty jamama You work way hard on yo Honda Zippin and zoomin I'm gone gone They keep on bank on Jon Jon The number 1 Doe boy on grind time The foreigners they got me reserved I put too much foot in my words I put too much foot in the work The purest of coca preserved The soda make bubbles and soothe I'm making up racks I can't lose I making the stuff they refused I'm making up racks I can't lose Where is the diamonds and where is the money the questions are way too expensive to answer I push the gram like I won me a Grammy An Oscar phylosifer I'm running the campus GG I took it Know I am the champion Oodles and noodles the breakfast for champions Dootie my heart and he wanna be famous this is my kingdom I'll show you the maintenance Cut up , Cook it , Put it in the bag Turn it, Flip it, Ship it in a pack Doe boy, Runner, Stunting in a jag DTO boyz in the '17 trap Cut up , Cook it , Put it in the bag Turn it, Flip it, Ship it in a pack Doe boy, Runner, Stunting in a jag DTO boyz in the '17 trap Cut up , Cook it , Put it in the bag Turn it, Flip it, Ship it in a pack Doe boy, Runner, Stunting in a jag DTO boyz in the '17 trap Cut up , Cook it , Put it in the bag Turn it, Flip it, Ship it in a pack Doe boy, Runner, Stunting in a jag DTO boyz in the '17 trap
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