What's up Luo, you can't take Weezy off the hook on this sh**?
Well f** it then let it rock, man its straight
I'll still eat it
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Mother f**ing problem, mother f**ing problem
He's a beast he's a dog he's the mother f**ing problem
I risk money daily like a stock broker
Thought I knew it all influenced small off a Pac poster
I j**eles like an arab prince
Statey's favorite excuse is me having tints
I was trynna' cruise with the baddest b**h
No gag reflexes down to the 7th inch
I rock chains like Mr.T
And they plotting on me, until I lift my tee
I'm ready to go to war with his b**h a**
Bet he folds in the middle like zig zags
I used to Rob with my father's gun
I was making moves like I'm on the run
All the paper that you made from your petty stick ups
You dumb lil' n***as I probly made off of one
I do big jobs, real big jobs
A lot of connects were good to me, that I still rob
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(508 Let's Go, I'm Ready to put the whole motherf**ing city on my back)
Where I'm from it's so hard trynna be legit
Coming up I always tried to be the sh**
Fast money took momma's little boy away
Turned to crime like f** what an employer pay
I had to pa** the bottle
Call me batman, I mastered robbin
I done came up
I'm bringing packs from boston like what you need cousin
I always got a P like I had a bladder problem
I'm real cautious when I move out the wheels
Got more crackers on my back than two dollar bills
Before I get low, I gotto order mo'
1 wheel on our lex, and a handle on a 44
With a nose thats longer than pinoccio's
Big O started younger than colodrero
Yeah, all I spit is hot bars
These aren't rap bars, they Allah-hu ack bars
Chorus