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Yo |
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Supa Good |
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Inglewood |
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Listen |
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Bullets in the clip hot |
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Pull it and a kid drop |
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Would he ever live if he grew up in a Ziploc? |
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Sheltered from the riff-raff |
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Never heard of hiphop |
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Caught up in the grit, still they holler, "Fear not" |
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Aimin' for the lid, better be in tip-top |
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Family from the Beach, showed him how to Crip walk |
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Brother was a Blood, he slangin' that Chris Rock |
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Got minutes on the wristwatch |
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Watchin' as it tick-tock |
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Barely had a piss-pot |
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Bloody as his fist got |
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Muddy as his kicks got |
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Homie never did stop |
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Aimin' to get rich, he takin' a clear shot |
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Family's at the goal, he buyin' 'em clear lots |
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'Bout to show the world as soon as this shit drops |
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That he spill his soul every time he clear his thoughts on paper, uh |
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This nigga's the truth, y'all niggas just rule on paper (On paper) |
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If money ain't good money, nigga, I'm cool on paper |
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Still stack that shit up, 'bout to take y'all to school on paper (On paper) |
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On paper |
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Yippety-do, hickory-dock, your body |
| [01:04] |
Slippery slope, hippety-hop, Bugatti |
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What would you do if you couldn't cop your ride there? |
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**** what you tip, you fall off the top, no lie, nigga (Supa) |
| [01:16] |
The streets sick enough and ain't no antidote |
| [01:19] |
The goddamn Rugers, they'll pick you up and split your cantaloupe |
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A hard damn ruler, you still align, these niggas like antelope |
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You know your shooters, you still define a real life general (Listen) |
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Calle atrás, calle vas |
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Ahorita más gente saben tu nombre |
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Ayer las estrellas más brillantes dijeron que ganaste anoche |
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After all the darkness, y'all, the sun gon' shine again, that's on bones |
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He black, Mexican, and homegrown |
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I do this for my next of kin and my zone |
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And for that paper, ah |
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This nigga's the truth, y'all niggas just rule on paper (On paper) |
| [01:52] |
If money ain't good money, nigga, I'm cool on paper |
| [01:55] |
Still stack that shit up, 'bout to take y'all to school on paper (On paper) |
| [01:59] |
On paper, nigga |
| [02:01] |
Yippety-do, hickory-dock, your body |
| [02:05] |
Slippery slope, hippety-hop, Bugatti |
| [02:09] |
What would you do if you couldn't cop your ride there? |
| [02:13] |
**** what you tip, you fall off the top, no lie, nigga (Listen) |
| [02:16] |
Calle atrás, calle vas |
| [02:17] |
Ahorita más gente saben tu nombre |
| [02:20] |
Ayer las estrellas más brillantes dijeron que ganaste anoche |
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Fire cars and smokin' carbon |
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Nose deposits, fill up lungs, chokin' artist |
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Half the shit I spit was never written down |
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They **** with what I wrote regardless |
