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LYRICAL SAMPLE Check it, my whole crew holdin We all got rides wit extra features It's a bunch of ya'll, one got dough, the rest is leeches You probably mad cuz I be sexin divas I should pull this pistol out and make you touch your sneakers I'm on some cool out shit, but I will pull this tool out quick And put some holes in your new outfit You frontin hard cuz you whip a Range But it's a 4.0, you nerd nigga, you heard Jigga now get your change You ain't a willy you a small soldier Give it up son it's all over And you never sold a, pound of cane You a clown wit fame, goin down the drain All yo' shit sound the same I'ma shine pop-o, cuz when you got dough your rocks glow L got a hot flow that rap coppo I'm Uptown's smoothest, my first album left you clowns clueless Sayin I'm wack, you niggas sound foolish Niggas hate to see L bubble, they'd rather see L struggle Cuz what they sell, I'ma sell double You wanna see rocks, then look at L's wrist If you see me in the club drinkin Mo' that means they don't sell Cris, what!