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You know I ride for my muthafuckin' niggas,
Most likely I'm a die with my finger on the trigga,
They tell me don't get high and I should try to make a living,
I tell 'em I'm a hustla and I rather make a killin,
My eyes is so wide as he watchin the skillet,
I let my bitch bag it, if she steal it, I'm a kill her,
I bulletproof the ride, now I feel like armadillas,
And fuck ya hospital, young money, we the illest,
And I ain't gotta lie when I tell you I'm the illest,
My flow is nasty, like C Y Phyllis,
Self made G, and them bitches know the business.
Relying on rap, but in the kitchen I'm a chemist,
And when I was 5, my favorite movie was "The Gremlins",
Ain't got shit to do with this, but I just thought that I should mention,
You looking for devine and a little intervention,
And them birds don't fly, without my permission,
I'm probably in the sky, flying with the fishes,
Or maybe in the ocean, swimming with the pigeons,
See my world is different,
Like Dwayne Wade,
And if you want trouble, bitch, I want the same thang,