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We livin’ life like we stars

Constantly medical come right out them jars

Deserve a medal for surviving these scars

I’m ducking trifling broads

The gun store ain’t seen a rifle this large

Computer thugs you ****** typing too hard

We backspace and delete a *****

Them A list parties I never see them ******

That shit and liquor blurry your vision

You’ll never see the picture

Don’t be defensive

L told me niggas just be consistent

From Little Caesar’s splitting

****** change you see ‘em different

Aim for the top though

First class plane to Morocco

The change came I ain’t change

I might cop a Picasso

I’m after bags I’m eating crabs on blocks they will not go

These niggas sad

And you can smell it on me I am not broke

Roll up the nitro

Only coppin’ coke when the price low

In the Maybach told the driver follow where Artie Bike go

Learn survival before you meet your idols as far as I know

This pistol my insurance ain’t no need for calling Geico

Take you to kitchens where they actually cook

Nobody knew you then you had to get booked

Shoot at the car hit the driver

Now the passenger shook

This pack just came in from Cali

I ain’t passing this kush

Remember sitting in the court like damn I’m back in these cuffs

From having arguments with smokers I ain’t have enough dust

Early morning 50 baggies hit the Ave in a rush

We tryna get it might do credit

Just don’t ask for too much

Hundreds we touch

New York City housing authority honor me

Property of the ghetto

Choppers popping

I should receive a medal for surviving

If you snooze sleep with your snub nose

I did receive a medal from Harvard and rose above those

Obstacle courses where cops

And shots will stop you from reaching your full potential

You dreaming life will pinch you

This with no sheet of paper

No pen or pencil straight off the mental

Off the fly

Often they falsify what they been through

I’m on that old flyness

Slidin’ in Benz’s

Minding my business

My time is expensive

My dogs locked down they surviving through pictures

We wish we could break the bars, the law's extensive

My mind gotta be twisted

You dealing with sickos, psychos

Po-9, 12, Teflon vest for your chest in this hell

He wearing beads on his neck to cast away the spells

And tattoos of his loved ones that they resting well

I could take you to kitchens where they actually cook

Nobody knew you then you had to get booked

Shoot at the car, hit the driver

Now the passenger shook

This pack just came in from Cali

I ain't passing this kush

Remember sitting in the court like damn I'm back in these cuffs

From having arguments with smokers I ain't have enough dust

Early morning 50 baggies hit the Ave in a rush

We tryna get it might do credit

Just don't ask for too much

Hundreds we touch

I been rus*ing lately, the jungle crazy

On 10th Street leaning heavy, I pass the gun to shady

My shorty want me

Twin 40's on me, I'm touching 80

Ten thousand cash on me daily, I must be f*****g crazy

The ladies love me lately

Butter Mercedes, parkay with a touch of gravy

That's brown seats

The motto is still **** you, just pay me

My neighbor addicted to water, he stuck in the Navy

Same block where you could lose your life

I be comfortable baby

My ***** is way badder than yours, tell me why would I stare

Never dying my hair

I wake up, get high as a Lear

You looking at me too long, ****** die for a stare

Drano said he like them Giuseppe's, I'ma buy him a pair

I'ma run my city to the point I get high with the mayor

This ain't Roc-A-Fella

But we forming a Dynasty here

Triangle, smoke choke 'em, I watch them guys strangle

Lost five of my closest

Now I know I got five angels

I could take you to kitchens where they actually cook

Nobody knew you then you had to get booked

Shoot at the car, hit the driver

Now the passenger shook

This pack just came in from Cali

I ain't passing this kush

Remember sitting in the court like damn I'm back in these cuffs

From having arguments with smokers I ain't have enough dust

Early morning 50 baggies hit the Ave in a rush

We tryna get it might do credit

Just don't ask for too much

Hundreds we touch

Hundreds we touch, I could, I could

Hundreds we touch

I might do credit, might do credit...

Just don't ask for too much

Hundreds we touch

I might do credit, might do credit...

Hundreds we touch

Hundreds we touch

Gotta be a real ***** to feel a real *****

All you weirdos, huh, you'll never get it

Eastside, Border, Dirt Gang, dat way