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[Intro: DJ

LAUGH*

DJ Clue. Dessert Storm. boy Fabolous. Street Fam
wanna' freestyle
Y'all better get your bar together
I'm tellin' you now
Friday freestyles
CLUMINATIIII!!

We done it all, been thru it all
It's

1: Fabolous]
I put my lifetime in between the papers
Just a hustler out trying to make a dime
Feel like when crackheads was beggin' me to take the
Man these bum ass rappers to make a sign
That say rap for food, for real scrap you're screwed
I put the paws on you and scrap you dudes
My goons in the still clap when cued
Put the Hawk in your chest and Millsap you
I'm still snapping dude, still run my city and still dudes
In the studio in a still trappin'
On a from 99 that's still slappin' dude
See real rap I'm rude, with the flow
I met wifey she and call you bro
Shorty mouth disrespectful on the low
She like to spit on it little ho
On some real shit, you just need a real
Chillin' in public, not some groupie'd out in the club bitch
Type you hear from until you get up
It was quiet for you till you started turning up
And ain't real bitch, you more like a bill bitch
Fridge ain't got no grub but it's eat the booty like it's Publix??
Run into type chicks NOTHING is up
Shorty lost her sponsor was cuffin' her up
I'm like hot ho here we go again
Your nigga cut you off broke scenario
No more Felipe you eating cereal
No lipo you big as Terio again
Oh yea, for you niggas too
Wanna' small talk they ain't as big as you
Wanna' throw dirt the bitch is diggin' you
let the songs on the last album trigga' you
(YUUP! songz tone*) You ain't Trey, you poo nah nah
Look what you done ooh nah nah
Got the nine milli's, my two nah nahs
Used to call Nadia, still bye bye to you
We ain't lacking got the thing out or we
We're I'm from daddy's bang out in front of children
My plan was to get the gang out and get millions
Now mansions but used to hang out up in them buildings
boys in the lobby was rowdy yea
You gotta' think and Rowdy yea
Now we out in Abu Dhabi in air
Then they let me Ricky the Audi yea
(uh) on some Furious 7, rest in peace Paul I hope you hear this in heaven
I be preaching on these niggas you swear it's a reverend
Four game flows in a series of seven
Its the F to the A to the B O-L-O-U-S you just get mo' rellos'
I'm Frank Costello yea but more
Yea I'm in a with more rooms than a hotello
I used to sit and watch moves, no Melo
Now I get to make king moves on rose
Shorty stand still didn't no jell-o
Then she slow it like when the lights go yellow
On some shit
I just want some real
Not none of this fuck
Sound like with that Chuck shit
all of that weird shit I'm tired of that
If it ain't Young OG then it's quiet for
the real...

[Outro: DJ
DJ Clue..Dessert Storm...That boy
Shoutout to Brooklyn what's up? what's good?!
NYC
Slide popping?
Y'all ain't