[Finesse2Tymes:] (Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up) Finesse, too hard
A million dollars don´t excite me (At all)
Model bitches can´t entice me (At all) Still a street nigga, white jumpsuit, black Glock, dirty white Nikes Still´ll put them things in a rental (Finesse ´em) Crack his head down the middle (I got ´em) And I´m certified everywhere I go (Go) I don´t need a vouch, I´m official (I´m him) They wanna stop me, like Jeffrey Simmons (Jeffrey Simmons) I´m from Memphis, I grew up and walked to Simmons (Eastside) If you ain´t from the block, you the opposition (Opposition) If you weren´t sellin´ dope, you was killin´ and pimpin´ (Pimp) Robbin´ and stealin´ (Rob), whatever to get it, just get it (Just get it)
Anything that´s on me, it´s in me (In me) I speak the truth, I´m the realest I ain´t just dedicated, I´m committed (Committed) Pull up, white polo-tee, Palm Angels sweat, VVS baguettes, they know I was next Locked down, twenty-three hours, one hour wrecked, look at me now Everythin´ together (Everythin´), if I changed, I changed for the better Everybody won´t shine with me, but we ain´t stayin´ in the rain together Can´t hang together (Go)
[Gucci Mane] Gucci finessin´, these niggas regressin´ Call me a clone, but I call it progressin´ (Well, damn) I went to jail and it taught me a lesson
I took a bird and turned into a blessin´ One got a fetish for chasin´ the lettuce She droppin´ this, made her get some baguettes (Ho´) Niggas pathetic, diss me and regret it I took the cash and let them take the credit (Wow) Life is hectic, keep it kosher steady, don´t need no medic (Woo) Lost in Vegas, I ain´t sweated, picked up a bag and I ain´t bet it (No) My niggas rich with millions, but we fell in it Niggas did the killings, but they tellin´ (Pussy) Every time I hit the county, I was sellin´ Brought the front to pack, I was seven (True) Matter of fact, I was into .7s Jay showin´ love, call me Kevin Forgive me, Lord, I really need a reverend (Huh)
Play with ´Wop, you´re on your way to heaven (God) Gucci pulled up in a 911 (Skrrt) Raisin´ terror, like it´s 9/11 (Mmm) Took a nigga, whack him without a weapon (Wow) He screamin´ "Help", but knowin´ they can´t help him (It´s Gucci)
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