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Don't stick your nose in people's business You might look up and see a bean
Put them gloves on when you touch that 50
Then they clear out
If a nigga got a rat jacket on his name Don't dress that shit, you lame

Feds come have your money up
They can't fuck with me
I'm mad off my radio, be cheap, they lie to all of us
These hoes can do you dirty, I play victim like you something wrong

In a car ride with my bitches, hoes sneak dissin
Prank a real show
Let I have a moment, I fuck a mood up
I cut bottom off

If you don't suck dick on the first link
Baby, your application gone
Get no nigga fame and none of my songs
Get on a headstone

I'm Douglas Phillips, caught up with all the boys
You see my dreads gone
5-Eleven and Studio
The Robins turnin' it on

Good pussy had your head gone
I feel like you did it, then you did it
Never let no bitch on
I'm quick to get the fuck on

He tell you that he got it but can't show it
He is not on
Fish on
For you little niggas out here trainin

I like to diss on
Niggas out here movin' right so I can't move wrong
Look, my birdie dealt to her, can't do it wrong
Can't even do it wrong

The city on this, people not the same
This nigga in the light with his sound left down
And when it passes, it's big
Don't stick your nose in people's business

You might look up and see a beam
Put some gloves on when you touch that 50
And that crick
Look, nigga, I rap jackin' on his name

Don't trust that shit, you know what's up
Feds come have your money up
They can't fuck with me
Pop that bat off my radio

Be teenage like all of them
Get home and do you dirty
And play victim like you so wrong
I swear to God, all of y'all

I ain't gon' change my name
Hit me
Hit me
Hit me time