| Four finger bangin', I’m from four park
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| Pop a couple pills and then smoke 'ports
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| Y’all don’t know nothin' 'bout that gangster shit, ah
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| I got shooters in my corner, they don’t play about me
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| Nigga, watch what you say about me
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| Nah, they don’t play about me
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| I got shottas in my corner, they don’t play about me
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| Watch what you say about me, they chewin' faces 'bout me
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| We in this ancient Audi, it’s in Alicia name
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| But this blammy I’m brandishin' in 'em people’s name
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| My youngin' gunnin' for nothin', little Uzzy need a name
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| Inquired about his prices when I seen his aim
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| Them better days never came when we prayed for 'em
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| The oven on 450, keep the place warm
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| Jordan’s launchin' every month, I had to beg for 'em
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| And she still ain’t cop 'em, my grades started droppin'
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| My gang started poppin', ain’t no way I’m goin' to college
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| Momma and poppa couldn’t save me when them niggas robbed me
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| It’s traumatizin' watching bullets penetrate a body
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| Without a body, niggas treat you like you ain’t nobody
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| You know I got it, off baggin' up all this powder
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| Purchase 20 P’s, all sour, be there in a hour
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| 1750 on the counter, I promise it’s all there, you could count it
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| I never got an allowance, now I’m up a couple hundred thousand
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| Slither through the hood, I’m just browsin'
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| Peanut butter couches in the foreign got me loungin'
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| Thinking 'bout this 'Rari, discussin' with my accountant
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| My mama lookin' at houses, told her to point 'em out
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| And we gone make it happen, you know what your boy about
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| Watch how they follow the route, gettin' to it for real
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| We don’t need a deal, niggas Gucci over here
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| Cubicals in the air, cubicals in the charm
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| Tell 'em ring the alarm, a Cali nigga in charge
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| Bangin' B-Sunny, they tackled him on the yard
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| Anything can happen when shackled behind bars
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| Nah, you don’t love me like you say you do
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| When them suckers slid on me, nigga, fuck you do
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| A single body ain’t enough, gotta come anew
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| I’m 100 through and through, ain’t nothin' new
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| You don’t love me like you say you do, yeah |