[Intro]
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Yeah
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I-I think I may have to take it back to like, like 10 years ago, you know?
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The Big Meech Era, you feel me?
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Real, real motivation for a street nigga
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Real, real motivation for a street nigga, ugh
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[Verse 1]
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Pull up in all color Ferraris, bitches in tiaras
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Gettin head while Im steering
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Everybody else starving, everybody else staring
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Shawty got the McLaren and I had the seven
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Pulled up at the compound, clothes smellin like gunpowder (boom)
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Salute all the real niggas and real bitches that got they own boss
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I was snappin before Fabo, my raps come with a halo
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Went out with Jeezy, we spent pesos like J-bo
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Took E’s to the Twenty Grande
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He got a pistol on him and twenty grand
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A couple things I aint glorifying is the kids dying and the mommas dying (Scarface)
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Everybody need to calm down
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Stand right by your homies side
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Gunshots in this motherfucker turn this bitch into a homie-side (yeah)
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[Chorus]
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Over a million sold they say Im crossin over
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Oh yeah, the club packed, I should’ve brought a rubber
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My whole body inked, my family hardly know me
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You know I put that work in just to get a Rollie (I did)
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Big Meech era, Japanese Dinner
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Trap in these denim (damn)
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Aint stuntin these women (naaa)
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Wood grain steering wheel, I might get a splinter
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If this a flexing contest I think we found a winner
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[Interlude]
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Put this shit down, that shit still burnin, I can smell that moon rock
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I got to tell you how that shit started
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(real real motivation for a street nigga)
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(real, real, real, real, real, real, real)
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[Verse 2]
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Trapping off the court, on the back porch (I did)
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Had that pack ordered, we was backed up (we was nigga!)
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Thats that good shit, that’s that hood shit (we hood)
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You a cute bitch, and your crew thick (I like)
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Got a chopper on me the size of pool stick (this long)
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With a Blue DaVinci, dog food bricks (Heroin)
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Snowman on repeat, rest in peace, Nando
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I see Jigg in here I see Quazy too
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When brawl wityou we send them bottles through
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We send the marters through, Im on the Carter 2
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Like Tyrese was on the Marta, too
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They start calling too, startin falling through
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Got them chickens boy, like a barbecue (tell em)
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Talk to lame niggas something we hardly do
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I sip the PJ bottle I rock the AP on them. (okay)
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I think my rollie harder this an AG party
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[Chorus]
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Over a million sold they say Im crossin over
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Oh yeah, the club packed, I should’ve brought a rubber
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My whole body inked, family hardly know me
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You know I put that work in just to get a Rollie
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Big Meech era, Japanese Dinner
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Trap in these denim
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Trap in these denim
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Aint stuntin these women
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Wood grain steering wheel, I might get a splinter
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If this a flexing contest I think we found a winner
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[Outro]
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I think we found a winner
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Uh-oh, flexing contest I think we found a winner
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Pull up in some shorts, middle of December
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Flex, ooh
