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  • feat. Kevo, Lil' O (Chorus - 2x) Come with me, ain't nothing changed I'm the same old g Seem like it's my to shine, like the diamond cut in my grill La da da da da I'm real (Z-Ro) You can catch me flipping and sipping and smoking Up in between the legs with doors wide open We serious about our habits we never be choking Catch us chain smoking and violently choking Why don't you want to light up the blunt that's in your hand I'll pat ya with the 4-4 that is for sure man Ain't no more breaking a leaf ain't nothing but that dro man Mess around and get too tipsey you'll be on the floor man Walking up until I feel about as strong as four man We don't smoke rocks but they are over our hand Remember back in the day I use to be a poor man Now I'm gifted and sipping deadly with jewelry frozen (Chorus - 2x) (Lil' O) Uh, they say I'm acting funny, they saying no strings They saying no don't come around, nigga O's changed Man O tripping man what's going down in O's brain Talking down on me them niggas still ain't having no change See I don't really talk it, I just live it I don't say I'm gonna, I just get it Give a player the ball, he suppose to run with it But these niggas rapping gossip like some dumb bitches Like how he get that benz, how he get that dough Yeah I got some bread, but want to get some more See I went from grinding all in front the liqour store To a made man, I'm top knotch liqour role And you could do it too, this should inspire you To get ya change, get out the game and retire fool Before these streets fuck around and retire you You saying O ain't real, you a liar fool (Chorus - 2x) (Kevo) Mama say she hate game but can't avoid mine She know Vo' ain't giving shit to a hoe but hard dick and hard times I'm the homicidal Hitchcock A sex addict and a weave fanatic, so tell me how could shit stop Cause I'm real, ask Ro' I ask hoe how I spill I spit rocks at my grill that's worth a mill, a million bucks My mouth piece armed with invisible sets and trillion cuts This boy throwed, I thought they told you nigga Presidential code You can see it when I'm hauling in my load My escallade all work no play 23 screens and eight 15's that's tucked away So you can, keep watching me and I'ma pop this e man After ecstasy the desert eagle Followed up with a solo performance from my hk to all ya people bitches (Chorus - 2x)

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