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No more false intruders I stood ten toes down nobody could move us Godly flow when they cross us they moving like Judas And if you need to get in line Kite'll give ya crew cuts, yeah I'm very respected You give the credit to the dudes you laying in debt with I send the plug you talking wires I'm very connected And I been gone for some months and done felt neglection Taking breaks from music just ain't realistic I start to realize my purpose when I finally miss it I start to miss all of my niggas who be really with it I start to notice that my Mrs. like these other bitches Toast go out to Trev, toast go out to Bishop And a toast go to that nigga I see in the mirror That was the only nigga there for me That was the only one that cared for me Du-rag thangs, few gold rings, few gold chains And if niggas talking moving guess we Uhaul thangs I over does it 730 guess I'm too Cobain And yo' bitch let us nigga then I do Romaine, Yeah Drill stopper, Cove copper, Show stopper If everything ain't Chris my nigga I Will rock ya Me shotta, no rasta, I'm too proper If she don't get the picture my nigga I will crop her Properly humble in all the shit I go through You gon' have to be real special if I'm gon' post you And if you want beef I take you out to Nobu We could get some drinks and I could get to know you Yeah, Southside Shit And if niggas talking crazy bitch I'm outside shit You move sloppy similar just like the mouth I get And I really am bout my shit YEAH IM BOUT MY SHIT NIGGAAA
Writer(s): Jeffrey Tong Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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