[Verse 1]
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I'ma pimp, a pen's my hoe
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She don't ever move 'til I say so
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Her only purpose in life is get me large
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I got my pen workin' 16 bars
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When I'm happy she happy, sad she sad
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She make sure we both have
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She know I got plenty more ready to replace her
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Bitch better have mine
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I'm not lettin' no pen get out of line
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You get it, I mean, can you dig it
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She committed to me, she please niggas for me
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My shit's so tight, she leave a nigga for me
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I met her in a studio, she caught my eye
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She was with a mac, over kickin' whack ass rhymes
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I needed a pen, so he let me borrow her
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Like my shit ain't ill enough to overpower her
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I see he wasn't treatin' her right
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I gave her some paper
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And let her do her thing that night
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Thats right, I took her from that playa
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He to concerned with his money and his data
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She told me, shit he be kickin' be so weak
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I told him, your hoe chose me I'm goldie
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Be cool, or we can make the heat come out
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Your pen work for me 'til the ink run out (playa)
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[Chorus]
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Money talks and bullshit walks
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Rap is a hustle, yo
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Only the strong survive, I was born to rhyme
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Put me on the streets and I'm goin' for mine
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Money talks and bullshit walks
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Rap is a hustle, yo
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Only the strong survive, I was born to rhyme
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Put me on the streets nigga
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[Verse 2]
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My rap is uncut raw, out the door
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Type shit to have fiends lookin' for more
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Your rap is lactose; you cooked up, the glass broke
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Customers complainin', some never comin' back yo
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My rap flow is pure all white, in the hood all night
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You made your first sale when I sold out
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My shit numbs your whole mouth, yours leaves a foul taste
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My rhyme's a felony, yours never seen a trial date
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You need a legal aid, my pen got the DA's paid
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My flows sleepin' in a cave
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No day's I got the streets in this mad
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You need a mask to prepare the ? here
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It's heated glass once I flip this track
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You should see my stash, I got rhymes for days
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Fuckin' right crime pays, I stay deliverin, ain't no middle man
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I never short my mans or cross my fans
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Or switch my supply when money cross my hand
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It's funny, I'm here, unlike like the crew I used to roll wit'
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Yall might as well work for me, I got that clientele
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You put too much cut in that stuff yall tried to sell
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That's the reason why your empire fell like Goliath
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I'm supplyin' ghettos and satisfyin' Marks
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NARC's is analiyzin', askin' why this kid
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out bridge is commin' through with platinum sound' and
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Bringin' heat to the street like if I had the iron (for real)
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[Chorus]
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Money talks and bullshit walks
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Rap is a hustle, yo
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Only the strong survive, I was born to rhyme
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Put me on the streets and I'm goin' for mine
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Money talks and bullshit walks
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Rap is a hustle, yo
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Rap's a Hustle
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Cormega |