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Sliding with hundreds and sticks what's the word If he not riding get kicked to the curb I made it big man I'm knowing my worth Nigga we went from the hood to the burbs He said he with it I beg to defer Seen him outside and he choked on his words I'm doing it right I've seen it since birth Add up them racks man I feel like a nerd might Might just go cop a new crib in LA Speak on the gang get shot in your face Nigga I'm cool from the east to the bay Bust down, match the other wraith I'm up now they Tryna mess with the kid I know some niggas who still serving the ye I'm too blessed for the life that I live I think God just to see better days 100,000 200,000 racks in the bins I don't want friends no I don't want friends want Benjamins They slimy as ever slimy as ever watch your kin So I just want my dough ion really want no friends My whodie down your door then he gone take your rent My whodie kick down your door then he gone split your wig And they need to free my bro ion want no friends Said they need to free my bro ion really want no friends Sliding with hundreds and sticks what's the word If he not riding get kicked to the curb I made it big man I'm knowing my worth nigga We went from the hood to the burbs He said he with it I beg to defer seen him outside And he choked on his words I'm doing it right I've seen it since birth Add up them racks man I feel like a nerd Might just go cop a new crib in LA Speak on the gang get shot in your face Nigga I'm cool from the east to the bay Bust down, match the other wraith I'm up now they Tryna mess with the kid I know some niggas who still serving the ye I'm too blessed for the life that I live I think God just to see better days
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