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(Tay Keith, f**k 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 n**a, 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' (p**p)

Robbin' and stealin' (rob), whatever to get it, just get it (just get it)

Ain't just 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

Everything together (everything), 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 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 it to a blessin'

Wop got a fetish for chasin' the lettuce

She try finesse me to get some baguetties (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 sweat it, picked up a bag and I ain't bet it (no)

My niggas rich with millions, but we felons

Your niggas did the killings, but they tellin' (p**y)

Every time I hit the county, I was sellin'

Brother front the 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 (Lord)

Gucci pulled up in a 911 (skrrt)

Raisin' terror, like it's 9/11 (yoom)

Took a n**a weapon without a weapon (wow)

He screamin', "Help," but knowin' they can't help him (it's Gucci)

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