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Verse 1

Yeah, Who run it, I do, cool smoove/
Run with my dogs, call it blues clues/
I mess with chest pieces, wait, your move/
How can u say no to a dude like me, can u?

I seen the game start from the top, fall back down
when it swing in my court, im bringing it back round
And yall can check my background, im back now
To lay the smackdown, pin count I said im back now

Labels wanna doubt me, so I drink till im hazy
Black label, blue label, nothing to chase me
Get it, I drink till my liver co-llapse
Poppin candy in the whip, like M&m’s Relapse

I kick the dopest flow out the crib, no rent
My camp stay tight, 6 city, no tent
So what I gotta do to make money in this city of mine
They pay me no mind, when the hood already co-signed

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Verse 2

They saying what’s eating gilbert grape?
He walking round town, filled with hate
Im standing at a buffet with an empty plate
And the waiters looking at me like, you haven’t paid?

I throw tips like advice, throw fists at your grill like ice
If you thought I wasn’t dope think twice
Im the dopest in my hood, don’t think of contesting
Your rap game is dead, break it in pieces, now its resting

I play the game like a ball hog, jacking up shots
Cause an assist wont pot me fancy drops
Chains and what not, I wont sell out to be a crock
No skin print, leather fake fashion, I am not

Just stop, cause traffic is beyond rush hour
If my success brings sour, then kudos to more power
See yall can talk bout rocking gold, its happening
But I wont stop till my records hit platinum

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Verse 3

Telling my hometown to stand up, they don’t see it
Its like im running with paraplegics
No disrespect, but yall neglected me for too long
And my back aint a stepping stone for u too step on

So if im gone, like I drop it down 1 gear with the clutch popped
Damn I am that hot
While yall stripped the fly wheel, cause fly is what you not
I do this non stop, I am the Pete Rock

Guitar in my hand, shades hanging from the neckline
Shorty topping me off, pearls hanging from the neckline
Rare kind, she knows its custom design
She like it 2 times, so shes pressed to hit rewind

Like tell ur friends, and their friends, in the benz
Make amends, only tens, with the blends,
Southpaw or tatted up, chris brown I bat it up
Ones that cant have enough, I'm bad as fuck!

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