| D.A.'s all over the case, judge in my face
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| Feeling the pressure, all over the place
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| Court officer playin' me close
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| So I won’t position, post boat float, right through ya dough
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| ATB lawyer representin' me fo sho, a conviction, ain’t hopin' to score
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| But bein' I’mma, fighter for life, I’m takin' these bastards to war
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| They actin' like they caught me, with a key in the raw
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| I’mma open my mind and beat this Rockerfeller law
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| So I can, flee the states and go on tour
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| On a, wing of prayer, I’m keepin' it faith
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| Throw yo, hands in the air, I’m bleedin' with hate
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| This little nigga had all he could take, for all the bullshit
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| I need a permanent break, see my freedom’s at stake
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| Trynna put food on the plate, my knees can’t wait
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| ---- All ya niggas is bait, I’m so hard, all on my grizzy
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| Don’t walk with Five, if you ain’t ready to die, with me
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| Bringin' the heat, to these streets
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| No sleep, pressure is tight, pressure is deep, we
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| The block is sizzlin' now
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| Niggas like fuck crack, I’mma bump cigarettes now
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| Hustlers don’t hustle for profit nowadays
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| It hurt, niggas put in work and maintain
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| Hard as fuck, the God is stuck
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| To get a buck, shit suck, but in God in trust
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| And if that fail, then a nine I bust
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| I play the side, when they side with us, I must
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| Flip for the dollar, like heads and tails
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| I go all out, cause I’m not about to fail
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| Not about to chill, son, keep it movin'
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| Don’t sit still, cause I get it, the click will
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| Ya’ll build, but I destroy
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| Scam dough out ya fam like Deac and Troy
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| But, I’m not a pastor, I just get dough faster
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| Than the average, has ta'
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| You play the wall like plaster, I play the block
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| Cops got a Glock, now they wanna shoot a shot?
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| But this is what I do when I make a stop
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| Get a spot at a vacant lot, then I make it pop
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| I’m not playin' with it, while dudes fight for positin
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| And stay in it, hit it with vinyl, make it final and spin it
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| Cause I’m comin' to get it, hungry nigga on line, you can forget it
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| It’s a done deal, when I spit, I’m your
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| Royal loyal, fully committed militant mind
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| Ain’t spillin' every time, bong bong, shine
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| Many niggas die for this, so I gotta survive this shit
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| Drop it hot and rip, poppin' blow the spot a bit
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| There’s no stoppin' this, throw the lock, at a click
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| We shuttin' it down, I’m fuckin' around
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| Yeah, the fever bringin' plenty of fire to your town
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| Rippin' the flow, through the sound barrier
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| Strictly heavy artillery, air force carrier |