[T.I.] I´m a rich nigga like I don´t know I can change if I wanna, but I won´t though Steer right even when I´m on the wrong road Real talk from the heart what I´m known for
Skinny jeans, I don´t do those I´m the starter sub-par oughta shoot for Fully automatic chopper, you could shoot though Now I´m movin´ five mil´ when I shoot dough Audemar, Hublot One point five on the two-do´ Old hustle, new flow Old money, new ho Suckers prayin´ I´ma chill, but I´m too cold Long as I´m around, fuck they need you for? Ridin´ in the Chevy totin´ three bricks Since nobody wanna make G shit
[Watch The Duck] This is for the gangsters, for the pimps and hoes This is for the dope boy trappers sellin´ halves and hoes (Since nobody wanna make G shit)
They want G shit, give it to ´em, give it to ´em now They want G shit, give it to ´em, I´m the one to give it to ´em
[T.I.] If you don´t know me let me tell you somethin´, shawty Still got them choppers, make you run from it Camouflage, dog tag Got ´em followin´, when you see me better haul ass Keep it G at all costs, what you call that? Crack rock, hip hop, I done all that Certified trap nigga, sucker, fall back A broke nigga he may entertain all that All left field, keep it true, nigga Save the flash in the dance for a new nigga
Keep speakin´ for the ones who ain´t got a voice Kill ´em dead only when they leave no other choice How I see it, if you ain´t down to die ´bout it Don´t waste my time, slime, why the fuck we talking about it? Still ridin´ in the Chevy totin´ three bricks Since nobody wanna make G shit
[Watch The Duck] This is for the gangsters, for the pimps and hoes This is for the dope boy trappers sellin´ halves and hoes (Since nobody wanna make G shit) They want G shit, give it to ´em, give it to ´em now They want G shit, give it to ´em, I´m the one to give it to ´em
[Jeezy] Now what the fuck is an ounce? We smokin´ bout an LB We don´t even do the nine, sell it by the whole ki And I´ma take this shit to trial, they got nothin´ on me They be on the Champagne, bitch, I´m ´bout to OD I got a bag full of birds and motherfuckers gettin´ bought Bars on the trap doors got it looking like a vault Used to hit the highway over twenty of them things Young nigga hit the club with the twenty of them chains When Jay was beefin´ with Nas, I was sellin´ cocaine
When Game was beefin´ with 50, I was doin´ the same thing I was at the hospital, nigga, Meechy got shot Fuck you niggas talking ´bout? I love that nigga like Pac G shit
[Watch The Duck] This is for the gangsters, for the pimps and hoes This is for the dope boy trappers sellin´ halves and hoes (Since nobody wanna make G shit) They want G shit, give it to ´em, give it to ´em now They want G shit, give it to ´em, I´m the one to give it to ´em
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