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Two feet clique stand ten toes don't care where you throw it end zone when you run to it

A lot of real life goofies tryna get dough they said that they want it but i question when you gone do it

We outside let's where it get me

We outside let's see where it get me

We outside (in the city city city)

We outside (in the city city city)

Post up

Post post post post post up, and then we ride again

And then we ride again

Post up

And then we

And then we

Yea I run laps

When ya time come

Mama say her son raps

Labels say we got one

Ridin shot gun

Get in it

We need to get some chicken

Just gimme a minute

We Pushin past the standard

Just gimme a limit

And when the suns down

The city is finished

And If you wanna fly

Use ya wings

Ridin down the avenue while the canary sings

Two feet clique stand ten toes don't care where you throw it end zone when you run to it

A lot of real life goofies tryna get dough they said that they want it but i question when you gone do it

We outside let's where it get me

We outside let's see where it get me

We outside (in the city city city)

We outside (in the city city city)