[Hook]
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Came up from that gutter now we on, bitch
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Moved out my mama's house and got my own shit
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Fuck these niggas hatin', I'm on my own dick
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Please don't blow my high I'm in my zone, bitch
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Remember when they said I wouldn't make it
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Now we get this guap, these niggas hatin'
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Came up from the gutter now we on, bitch
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Fuck these niggas hatin', I'm on my own dick
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[Verse 1: Jarren Benton]
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Codeine, soda pop, pour it up, sip it
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Good afternoon, ho, Jarren back up in them bitches
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Dope boy still whippin' crack in the kitchen
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Nigga hungry, don't know how to act in this condition
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Pray to God, he don't leave us trapped in this position,
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Drop a mixtape, then I hope these niggas listen
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Faggot A&R with the damn criticism
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I'm a fucking beast bitch this a damn lyricism,
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I'll slaughter you niggas
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Get the DNA, fuck around and father you niggas
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FV we don't want a part of you niggas
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No bath salts but I'll eat the heart of you niggas
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I'm appalled at, you niggas
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If I ain't the shit tell me what you call this, you niggas,
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I'm Illuminati, I don't get involved with these niggas
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Fuck around with Mr. Benton and you all get disfigured
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Shoutout to my chop, A-town, bitch, come to my block
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East side nigga, never hung around cops
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All eyes on me like I hung around Pac
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Best day she gon lick the cum from my cock
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Pow! Hit a nigga with the gun in my sock
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I'm high as hell, Dizzy, what'd you put in my pot?
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FV 2013, bitch I won't stop
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[Hook]
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[Verse 2: Dizzy Wright]
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Who's the hottest in the game comin' with it?
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Dizzy Wright looking nice on the low-low
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Solo Dolo was the hit
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You gotta admit, if I ain't the shit, what is this?
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Last year, you wanna know what you missed?
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Everything that got me up on the list
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22, but all these grown bitches feeling a nigga
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I don't talk about it if it don't exists
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Niggas wanna get on but I'm a long way from going home
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Going hard 'til the day that I'm old
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While I'm on shit, I'm cross-fitted in Vegas
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Sipping this Honey Jack shit 'til it's gone
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Everybody wanna kick it in the V.I.P. with Jarren Benton and the D-I-Z
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See I'mma be this way 'til I motherfucking D-I-E
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She wanna party? That's cool, but let me see ID
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Cause we outchea, with the rappin'
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Stunting is a habit but it's fashion
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I understand that a young nigga doing his thing
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But I ain't fucking with the young ratchets
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In there
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Yeah you think you're cool, but I been there
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You been wack, I¡¯m angry like a nigga tryna get his kids back
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Heads spinning, I'mma kick back
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I ain't gon' trip, yeah I'mma get it in and then dipset!
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[Hook]
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[Verse 3: Poundz]
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King shit
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Barley loaf
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Big spliff
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Cali smoke
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Get ripped
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Barely choke
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Zip shit
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Man, we dope
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Got us off the block cause I eat off green
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Heat off teens, geeked off beans
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Slap a motherfucker, then I squeak off clean
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Can't be sort of macking, bitch I'm candy quarter stacking
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Made me snap and grab that ratchet from my Ralphy Lauren fashion
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Tech is squeezing this ammo, now rest in peace on his mantle
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Took his bitch and killed that pussy like Second Season Sopranos
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Had a good run now you don't want to quit
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Hit him with the butt of the clip
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Gun on my hip, I'm done shoveling shit
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Started from the bottom now I'm under your bitch
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Death defying
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Testing, lying
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They testifying
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So it's best to fry'em
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Like the best suppliers
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I'm the next Goliath
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Dress so fresh, better pesticide'em
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[Verse 4: Jarren Benton]
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Remember me, the nigga that you said wouldn't make it
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Got a base-side whore in the bed, butt-naked
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Zac Morris nigga, I'm a problem, I'm a headache
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12's in the back, got'em kicking like Pele
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Kato on a warm day, might be in L.A.,
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Nice breeze, palm trees, hanging with the eses
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Heard about the gun ban yesterday my homeboy
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Went and got a motherfucking SK
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To me that feels mulled off, probably means Zoloft
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Can't shake the problems in my life they won't roll off
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Lately I've been hanging around Kaine like O-Dog,
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Feeling paranoid, am I tripping on all y'all
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Life's in Atlanta
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I might go bananas
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No Basquiat nigga
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My paint on this canvas
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These voices I hear
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