(Intro)
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Yea
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This 5 in the morning
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Blowin up the pond
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You sleepin
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I¡¯m atin, uh
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Chyea, ouchea getting it
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Dream away young nigga
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Lost in this life water
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Might put this work in
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Deep blue sea
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(Verse)
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No matter what I try to do, I can¡¯t do right
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The other day I jacked a hot pickle and fruit stripes
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Then me and my niggas stole 2 bikes
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Then we went on like 2 flights, no plane
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I¡¯m talking ¡®bout the night hustle
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Me, myself I flex my muscle
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I ain¡¯t really tryina tussle
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See that thing will prolly bust you, brat!
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And I know the cops tryina bug you
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I hope your shit ain¡¯t tapped nigga
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And I hope you ain¡¯t wearing a wire
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Pour some water on him, electrify him, set him on fire
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If a nigga playing with me and my people
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See we don¡¯t play tho
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Niggas think that this just a game
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It ain¡¯t no play tho, but I mold you, scold you
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Fold you like clothes dust
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Straight out of the drier, then puff some trees to get higher
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Shit, niggas know they Carey like Mariah
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Kids that ain¡¯t theirs on they taxes
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Shit, y¡¯all niggas acting like actress
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Y¡¯all don¡¯t know Beatrice, that¡¯s my uncle from the city nigga
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B32 too nigga
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You understand? Do your history, your research
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Fuck around and they gonn prolly have to call a reaper
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Your face on the t shirt, now you restin in peace boy
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Playing around with us, this shit could get hot like grease boy
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Fly over the greece boy, money get increase boy
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Get it straight like the criss boy
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Pullin up in like retards
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Get under your skin like a keylord
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The only alphabets we cool with is the d boys, and deep boys
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You ain¡¯t the man nigga, you¡¯s a decoy
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Yous¡¯ a lookout, you eating off of them
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When the birds come in, you never ever see em, mula
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You ain¡¯t the type that¡¯s tryina get the bands up BM
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Niggas that be langing on my nerves like my BM
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Hang em up in the lame nigga museum
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We quick to zim, put em to sleep
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If they playin round with me and my niggas
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Yeah we quick to creep
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Yeah we come through 30 deep
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And 30 cars, prolly got like 30 broads
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Knock off 30 boys, tryina play around with me and my, me and my, me and my
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Me and my rich gang
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You tryina play around with me and my, me and my, me and my
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Me and my rich gang
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Prove you¡¯s a bitch maine, fucking with the young stunners
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Nigga you fucking with the young stunners
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Nigga you fuck around with the rich gang, we prove that you a bitch mane
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And have your mammy picking out your funeral fit mane
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Stop fuckin with it, before we spit a bit
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Do you in, hit you up with the mac 10
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You and your can, shouts out to mac 10
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Nigga that¡¯s my nigga, make a nigga do a backspin
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If you play with Jack Dem
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Me and my rich gang
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You got me fucked up with my rich gang
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Ain¡¯t nothing for us to proove that you a bitch mane
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Playing around your mom will be picking your funeral fit mane.
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(Outro)
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Uptown rich nigga
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Come from the slums with it
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This nigga there, I see you nigga
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We ouchea getting it
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Mastermind this whole game plan
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This money poppin
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Off the floor
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It¡¯s yo room floor
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Marble floors and chandeliers
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Nig broke
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20 on bitches, ya heard?
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Leggo
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Call game stupid
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This game is stupid
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Money game to the ceiling
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Grind no end, it¡¯s just life
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Flashy lifestyle every day
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Hundred in the right pocket,
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Scrap under
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Livin life
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Bring the bottles
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5 In The Morning
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Birdman |