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Yeah Just so you know Just so you know They actin like someone in my city could do it better Like every time I drop in my city don't change the weather I could of been signed but I sign cause I want leveraged They keepin ask me why me and Muga ain't got many records Booked 10 hour session for us twice and he ain't show up He stopped answering my calls, I can't call it, I don't know what It actually kind of hurt because I knew our tape would go nuts Love my boy to death and for that I wish em all luck I don't take no L's at all I trust the process Ain't gotta believe my story from the projects Really bagged dope off the tables and played with pot sets Really had that laser set to blow like a cartridge For the people who be askin me sometimes like where is Litha I believe she's back in school cause she want to be a teacher But I'm never changing her tag cause no one could do it better And I'm still really a fan I wish that ya could hear her records Heard some backlash from when I said I was the prince Ya can check the stats, I make the noise I'm really him Whether my hair is done or not I pop up to events Whether my hair is done or not I'll slide up in ya bitch They sayin' that if it wasn't for Tito, then I ain't shit Not knowing that I'm VP of The Score and stir the ship Not knowing that I'm really callin shots that you see hit Understand that this is just as much of mine as it's his I'm waving that Final Score flag up in the sky Ya know what that balloon is, I'm here until I die Free my brother Bully out the bingy that's my guy They gave him 36 but he'll be home in 25 Me and Half be going back and fourth bout what to drop Me and him got so music man this shit don't ever stops I wanna get back to the women, he send beats for the block He be like brody I'm sorry, in these streets you getting hot Argue wit ya mother got ya boy up in his bag Not missing no more list this whole year and that's a fact Got my foot on n****s necks like I'm pressing on the gas I got Bae B on her shit, so she on you n****s ass No heart summer word to Jefe Wit The Shot I no look pass and now he Jefe Wit The Rock If ever I need a bucket he ganna pull up with the mop If ever I need a shooter then he Jefe Wit The Glock P h L y by way Bring ya bitch to the stew now she gang for the day Told Cheddar we get rich ima bulletproof a wraith Ceiling stars hit the diamonds gettin' head in outer space All my n****s sat, never told, never fold I can't say the same for yours, ya follow a different code Call it what you want just know you callin him ya bro Sell any drug under the sun but I'll never sell my soul Just so you know Just so you know, just so you know
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