(featuring Sir Daily, Kyleon & Slim Thug)
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[Hook]
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Boyz-N-Blue, straight at you
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Now tell me, what are you gonna do - 2x
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When we come at you
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Uh, uh, uh..
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[Sir Daily]
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I break the microphone with ease, it's a gift to me
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I treat the track like a pigeon, just pimp the beat
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Daily sounds banging loud, like a symphony
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You fake niggaz trying to mack, it's just sense to me
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I'ma keep it on the real, bout this Hogging life
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Everyday we chasing scrill, trying to ball for life
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Keep the money on my mind, number one all time
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Other dummies gonna wine, when we come out shining
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It's plain and simple, I'ma get this do'
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Kick a nigga in his face, like I kick his do'
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Spit a nigga in the face, like I spit this flow
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Daily riding solo, known for spending his do'
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I'ma hit this hoe, then change locations
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Cause I'm hungry for the green, so I stay's impatient
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Green light on the mic, I'ma change the nation
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Sir Daily on the mic, so don't change the station
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[Hook]
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[Kyleon]
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Killa nice with his hands, like Vince Dasene
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Keep a semi with a light, that's named Prince Hakim
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Get more respect than a king, and a prince you seen
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I heard you nice with the mic, gotta convince my team
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I wreck every beat I'm on, cause it's my duty mayn
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Make a hit and don't say shit, like Putie Tang
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I can hit a chick and don't pay shit, it's big pimping
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Rock and handcuffing or saving a trick, you big sissy
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So pay me what you owe me, on the block
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I put this part up to your Cavaliers, I'm like Kobe with the glock
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Or Obi-One-Kinobi, with the glock
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Cause I put the beam to your head, and rob you niggaz blind
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When you blink, and your bread in
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Have you niggaz hollering, and scream
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When you scared in, a hospital bed
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And you dream that you dead, but you're not
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Get you shot glock, shot when it's popped
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Then it's cocked and unlocked, from the top
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[Hook]
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[Slim Thug]
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It's grind time, I'm feeling like this is my prime
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I got a lot of shit on my mind, when I put it down
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I'm trying to put seven circles, behind my dolla signs
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And push a drop top, that's hand designed
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With a B on the behind, floss like a boss
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Valet park it, run up my penthouse
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I'm hungry, tired of being Starving Marvin
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Had to hit Interscope, and tell Jimmy let's bargain
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The Dirty South Arching, belong to us
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It's us Boyz-N-Blue, leaving boys in dust
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In God we trust, cause he down with us
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My whole team supreme, hot boys sped up
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Slim Thugger, the Slim Thug that I am
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So gangsta, cause that's how my brain was programmed
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It's the Boss, niggaz best respect my fam
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Or catch bullets in they flesh, till my Tech 9 jam
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[Hook]
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Boyz-N-Blue
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