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Ridin round my city Wit the quete on me You know I’m bout a bag Like the 60 brody Never let a bitch get the upper hand Is you a man or a mouse God fearing man The blind lead the blind Nikkaz out here playin Let that bitch go Give her money back You not a pimp You a simp And that’s a fact I seen the paper work It say that you a rat No cap I’m out here on my shit F*ck the politics The homie switched up But never doubted it It’s not to many odogs I’m proud to say I’m the realest nikka in this earth I put that on me Wen nip got killed It opened my eyes Can’t put nothin past any I Had to realize Ima be dolo on this earth Keep this 40 on me No REst in peace on no shirt nikka no new nikkaz around me I’m wit the same ones from day one They all FMG Ain’t no fake bone in my body Ima p And I do it part time Bitch that’s my hobby I’m wit all the fightin And I’m wit all the shootin I’m wit the gang We do no recruiting Yo bitch about to leave I hope you ready for it gave her this d she gave me money for it Im that nikka Chasin chicken Stackin bread While you nikkaz out here spendin I’m savin up every check On the set Don’t chase I attract watt belongs to me So if it’s money not a bitch I need all my green Step on the scene I do the money dance Im Wild off this bean F*ck for hours damn hustler at heart That’s watt set us apart You a mark Real LA nikka Out the bricks From the start On that gang