Feat. Prodigy
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(Intro)
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Yea
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Yea
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Check it out
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And drive
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Check me out
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Yea yea, LC
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Dape
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Mac uh
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Yea
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(Verse)
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All I got for these niggas is X bleedage and slugs
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All I got for these bitches is big dick and drugs
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Alcohol and guns, don’t be scared now ? you got it dog
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I’m smart enough to chill the fuck out
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Until it’s time to dump
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Release so much rage in such a short space
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I’ll put your face in your cornflakes, mob style
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You gave then blow him a pound
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101 nigga, hold it down
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Hood nigga, she love my style
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I knock the cat out
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Nigga I pull in the Thundser
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Nigga is that yo bitch? I took that back to the casa
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I’m always pulling the heist, I can’t help that bitches wanna
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You know what they’ll all be like for just one night
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I blow up mine and get low
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It’s too much dough out here to be broke
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So I hit the curb, and bend a few corners, bumpin this shit here
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Turnt all the way up, niggas getting robbed tonight, let’s be clear
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Come up off of them things, a nigga gon die tonight, I’ll leave you here
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You give me your valuables
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No funny moves, I swear uh
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(Verse)
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A man walked in with a smile on his face, an 1145 in his hand
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To the part don’t move it and call me to shoot but I will say you must understand a thing
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Shots in the air, no time to waste
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Been doing drugs all day, now it’s mine to race
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Fuck the red story, better find the safe
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Get the money, hit him homies up in congregate
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I need to grab my kidney to be feed
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This is the recession, going through de-cash
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And don’t send it cuz I ain’t gon win it
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Gotta be fucked up to make it to the top of the money
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I could be next to me, death and vanish
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Work a CD, ask them one day you’ll manage
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Rejects, emotionally damaged, you kids need to straight, let me call the… rantis
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1-2 get a crib in Atlantis
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Like a fish out cold, shoot Rick Randles
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Tell Dorothy we ain’t in Kansas
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Living in this world but we don’t understand it, no
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Bullshit, you can’t sell that
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All these kids will get hell back
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A cup filled and my L fat
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Them weaks want Dave Chapelle back
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Well until that
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I’m coming through the front shit with something to discussin for discussion
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Yep that’s alchemist in production
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Open leg fishy it’s nothing
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God versus man, mindless land
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Competition ain’t shit
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I’mma treat you all like my bitch
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You thought we’re sucking this dick
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Got you
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Confessions Of A Cash Register
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| Mac Miller |
