Yeah, I'm the only one that get the job done I don't know a nigga that can cover for me Yeah, got some game from my dad

He said she might say she love me She don't love me like she say she love me Believe me, believe me I'm that nigga, boy they love me in the streets I'm not tryna find nobody else to beat I'm the one they come to see because they all Believe me Yeah, rip Rip, rip It's been me and Young Tune off the rip That's the man that put me in this shit If a nigga fuck with him, I'll put him down quick Got a verse for anybody wanna talk about the clique I've been takin' shit light, you don't wanna hear me trip Goddamn, do y'all really know who y'all fuckin' with? Yeah, I mean you can't blame me for wonderin' Doesn't matter, could be winter or the summer On the road, I do One Direction numbers, I don't fuckin' miss Yeah, Stunna and Mack know When Wayne was gone for eight months, we put this thing up on our back And I was snappin' off on every single track though Collect call from the boss like where we at though I was like, "Hah, it's our time, nigga" He left Rikers in a Phantom, that's my nigga And I've been rockin' with the team, Tha Carter IX And we YMCMB, waitin' on somebody to try us, nigga Yeah, I'm the only one that get the job done I don't know a nigga that can cover for me Yeah, got some game from my dad He said she might say she love me She don't love me like she say she love me Believe me, believe me I'm that nigga, boy they love me in the streets I'm not tryna find nobody else to beat I'm the one they come to see because they all Believe me Lord knows I'll murk one of these niggas, yeah Mmm, His and hers Ferraris, nigga One for me, one for my daughter, nigga Waitin' for someone to test me like a Harvard nigga I tote a 223, two Michael Jordans, nigga Come on, fight these shell cases like a lawyer, nigga Find out where you stay, and act like we found some oil, nigga Out of duct tape so when he prayin', I ignore the nigga All I gotta say is sayonara, nigga Drop dead gorgeous but the bitch ain't dyin' for a nigga Where the real queens at? Shout out Capone and Noreaga We can shoot it out and see who live to tell the story later Diamonds in my Rollie face, cannot be exfoliated They think I'm associated, I'm the one that orchestrated Yayo get her ass whipped, whip that ass like horses racin' Ain't 'bout what you walk away from, it's 'bout what you walk away with Dead Presidents, them coffins vacant, I must be doin' somethin' I'm the only one that get the job done I don't know a nigga that can cover for me Yeah, got some game from my dad He said she might say she love me She don't love me like she say she love me Believe me, believe me I'm that nigga, boy they love me in the streets I'm not tryna find nobody else to beat I'm the one they come to see because they all Believe me Rip, rip, nigga Rip Had to get it poppin' off the rip Rich young nigga that ain't never had to trick Slim Thug flow but you know I like 'em thick If she get a job at DOA, I drop her off a tip I had to get it poppin' off the rip I'm the one they tell ya been reppin' in the 6 Come into the city and you niggas get to trippin' We'll take you to the Scarborough Bluff and drop you off a cliff Well damn... just be happy for the man Nirvana, Coldplay nigga got bands Ink from the money got it all over my hands Goin' out to Houston spendin' all of my advance V Live just took me for a cheque Drake you know I love you, you just took me outta debt Yes right now you are lookin' at the best Mothafuck award shows and mothafuck the press like that! Mothafuck the rest When they jumped off the porch, I was stumblin' up the steps I'd give what I collect before I give up my connect It'd be a cold day in Hell, icicles made of sweat One finger... slidin' 'cross my neck Niggas know what that mean like they deaf Nigga I'll fire this nina like it's her first day On the job and the bitch overslept Tune stay humble, nigga I'm a king Need a horn and a drumroll They throw mothafuckin' roses at my feet, nigga I don't step on one rose I'm the only one that get the job done I don't know a nigga that can cover for me Tape a couple kilos to the bitch stomach She look like she got a bun in the oven from me Preheat... believe me All you gotta do is pay me every week I had these bitches havin' babies every week I'm the nigga, see me skatin' in the streets Gone

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