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From the dirt

From the

Sliding through the city with hitters that really rock

Time to make a movie, let's shoot it on any block

Felt bad for him, they shot him, he Milly rock

Hard to stand the heat around **** that's really hot

Rappers acting tough in these videos really cops

Know if I'm with Louie I'm good on them Philly blocks

Put a switch on it, I swear it be spilling shots

Five times a day, try to pray I'm still a ox

Shooter used to tell me in Queens, "Don't kill a cop"

Label tell me that's out the budget I still'll drop

Get a lawyer, public defender gon' get you locked

And I still chop with the smokers that's selling socks

On defense, don't even foul em, it's still a flop

Double G shit, I might be Gucci down in the spot

Give this shit to Flex or Clue as soon as it drop

If you knew or not, always in motion, we do a lot

If you really got a problem with me

You could never sit in this Ferrari with me

Scope on the tops so this Glock can see

I ain't got a pay 'em, you get shot for free

On MSNBC, I got Ari with me

They book me to come out, I never party for free

Peep both hands, mami, pardon my rings

I almost relapsed, all them keep talking about lames

I can't do it

Not a day go by I don't be in the studio

Told this bitch I love her off shots of Don Julio

Paradise for gangsters, I'm thinking like Coolio

Shouts to everybody that prayed I would truly blow

Tuck it where you can't even see it, the tooly low

Roll until I go crazy-o and Toki know

I remember, I'm only smoking the bully roll

I'd be up in jail if they knew what my hoodie know

Flip lit, three or four bitches, I'm good to go

East co, open yo chest up just pull it slow

I wanted the bricks straight white that look like snow

Yes man, all in my face, that look like "no"

Amateurs, can't even stand with him, he a pro

Rest in peace to Black Rob on god, that look like whoa

What happened to Virgil? Just got me a Louis coat

If you new or old, know we in the spot we do the most

If you really got a problem with me

You could never sit in this Ferrari with me

Scope on the tops so this Glock can see

I ain't got a pay 'em, you get shot for free

On MSNBC, I got Ari with me

They book me to come out, I never party for free

Peep both hands, mami, pardon my rings

I almost relapsed, all them keep talking about lames

I can't do it

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From the dirt