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Ayy, say, bitch, don't be askin' motherfuckers if you can use that gun

Cause you scared, brokey, and get your own fuck, nigga

Yo brother the police

Illuminati can't help you, I don't care who you with

The Wu-Tang Clan ain't nothin' to fuck with

My life divine, now I'll risk it all to get this brick

Everybody turn, bloody when they hit with a stick

I'm way too old to be actin' like this, really

This vic want gunplay, so I gotta get silly

Servin strong white girl, Beverly Hillbilly

These green niggas wanna shoot me, they some squid billies

I'm a rapper oblivious to all the drillings

Good guy first to die, that's why we all villains

Shit get sticky, I can't go outside all tacky

I'm paranoid, I send my baby mama to the store to get baggies

Ain't no crime in the trap, don't get caught lackin

Pen ain't for everybody, might switch or go fangy

School niggas, I ain't got GED or Diploma

I got a three-band play, waitin' around the corner

I be fresh ballin' like a baby, straight big-timin

Draped in ice, feelin' like I might wear designer

Nickelodeon, I'm really known for slimin

I be nuttin up, that's why I keep me a condom

She a runner, know that pussy got some mileage

And I'm plugged, I'm plugged in

I'm plugged in, and I'm stamped

I'm really one of them, I'm really one of them

Too many questions, too close to interrogation

Like a doctor out of college, I might lose patience

Plug gave me a month with a bow, dude still waitin

I gave a year to catch up, dude still hatin

I be drivin' hoes crazy with no license, huh

I been gettin' chicken before you got hired to Tyson, huh

I'm outside, fuck, nigga, take your ass to work

The only time you touch the drum is when you went to church

I ain't outchea makin' songs for hoes,sounding like Captain Kirk

The hitters hit my line, tryna steal him, I said no

That my favorite bitch, I'm tryna look at this lil' hoe

And I'ma get the bag, rain, sleet, heat, or snow

Everybody wanna be a chief until they meet that eagle

Money talk, see my teefus? Y'all speechless

Get a whip like moi, you gotta sell a million pieces

You a damn fan, I'm more stamped than a mailman

I be fresh ballin' like a baby, straight big-timin

Draped in ice, feelin' like I might wear designer

Nickelodeon, I'm really known for slimin

I be nuttin, that's why I keep me a condom

She a runner, know that pussy got some mileage

And I'm plugged, I'm plugged in

I'm plugged in, and I'm stamped

I'm really one of them, I'm really one of them