| I’m in my old school rollin'
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| Cocaine around me
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| Bout to cross the state line in Davidson County
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| In the back of the projects is where they found me
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| I think we need a flood
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| So I told my plug to drown me
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| Swim, niggas!
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| A black tee with a pair of Gucci Timbs, nigga
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| And you ain’t get it from me
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| You got it from him nigga
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| A couple fiends who been waiting on they checks
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| You been short all month
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| So you gone take what you get
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| Chattanooga been shopping in the A
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| But not no more
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| 'Cause I’m back distributing the Yay
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| My price is lower
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| Knoxville ain’t had a deal with the pills in a long time
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| Now here it is motherfuckers and I want mine
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| Some Memphis niggas that I know that just jack
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| They don’t know you, they on you so Gotti an' them gone handle that (Ayy)
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| One thing that’s a fact niggas know
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| That when it come to fuckin' with the pack
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| We just get it and go (Ten a key nigga)
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| I’m a Kingpin
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| You know I’m sitting on top and
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| I got the merch if you wanna go shoppin'
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| You can get it for the low
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| I promise everything will be a go
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| That’s why My city love me
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| (Ooh-ooh-ooh)
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| Everytime I come around
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| I swear to god my city love me
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| (Say they love me, yeah yeah)
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| Say they love me in my city
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| I’m a Kingpin
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| Belligerent time, ignorant rhymes, manipulated by crime
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| I’ma baby from the '80s, coke crazy and grind
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| ACP protect me from who blockin' my shine
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| Flippin' green like white six-figure delight
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| Same clothes for a week but then you look at my ride
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| And see everything you dream you can be in yo life
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| Straight tippin'
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| Moving brown and white, Blake Griffin
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| And I’m lob city banging, busta, set trippin'
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| A youngin with a quarter mill
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| After bail and legal fees back broke for real
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| I came right back like nice crack
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| For good scratch from good packs
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| Streets is watchin'
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| That’s hood facts
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| Jooks and the crooks
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| My 45 I could flip off a look
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| Live by the script of a book
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| Hustle hard, no shook
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| Business over here
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| 'Cause it’s heavy with the army
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| Control like Ghandi
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| Til' I’m gone like Gotti (I'm gone)
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| I’m a Kingpin
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| You know I’m sitting on top and
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| I got the merch if you wanna go shoppin'
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| You can get it for the low
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| I promise everything will be a go
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| That’s why My city love me
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| (Ooh-ooh-ooh)
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| Everytime I come around
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| I swear to god my city love me
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| (Say they love me, yeah yeah)
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| Say they love me in my city
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| I’m a Kingpin
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| I remember late nights with my baby mama back in highschool
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| We was Bonnie and Clyde
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| Ridin' dirty with the white tool
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| She got me on my feet
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| Helped me cop my first O
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| Thought the love was deep 'cause she stood by when all the world seemed
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| artificial
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| Guess the love was unofficial 'cause her confessions blew a whistle
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| Had me singin' different tunes
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| Sealed my heart inside a tomb
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| So I can never love again
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| Its probably better I assume
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| Put my heart into the hustle
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| For my lil' man’s came out the womb
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| Now I’m only get older and wiser as a hustla
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| Snatch a lily pad to write a verse on Budweisers
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| What you know about pink slips and bills being past due
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| Kids on the phone wish you was home
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| They always ask you
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| Daddy when you coming home?
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| I miss ya
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| When can I see ya?
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| Blowin' kisses through the phone
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| Hoping and praying
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| That they can forgive me like I was in jail or locked up
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| 'Cause everytime I pop up
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| I got gifts and toys for the time we lost
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| Fuck
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| I’m a Kingpin
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| You know I’m sitting on top and
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| I got the merch if you wanna go shoppin'
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| You can get it for the low
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| I promise everything will be a go
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| That’s why My city love me
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| (Ooh-ooh-ooh)
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| Everytime I come around
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| I swear to god my city love me
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| (Say they love me, yeah yeah)
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| Say they love me in my city
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| I’m a Kingpin |