Yeah
Any nigga hating they can go to hell
They say they really got it but it's hard to tell
She trying to link tonight told her hit my cell
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Any nigga hating they can go to hell
They say they really got it
But it's hard to tell
She tryna link tonight told her hit my cell
I'm in room one twelve where the players dwell
I got more flavor than Flava Flav
Nine albums you can check how much game I gave
They say I'm off the chain a nigga ain't a slave
I guess they ain't gonna feel me til I'm in a Wraith
Look let me tell you how it feel
Young nigga out the field
Really made this shit real
Where I'm from you gotta eat what you kill
I need a crib in Baldwin Hills
Each level I get the chills
Any nigga hating they can go to hell
They say they really got it but it's hard to tell
She trying to link tonight told her hit my cell
I'm in room one twelve where the players dwell
I ain't gotta say it bitch you know I'm classy
A cool nigga but I don't never put nothing past me
The ones that ain't really got it be too flashy
I don't take threats serious if you ain't at me
Little nigga I'm living good I don't do no beefs
You only catch me chopping blades when I'm in the streets
I don't really fuck with niggas in the industry
They quick to jump on the dicks of yo enemies
Any nigga hating they can go to hell
They say they really got it but it's hard to tell
She trying to link tonight told her hit my cell
I'm in room one twelve where the players dwell
Sports cars parked outside this the fast life
I like fast money she the fast type
Yeah she the fast type
Uh she the fast type