I'm that nigga with the plugs I'm the nigga who got homies that be sellin' drugs I'm the nigga on the back street With the fat heat, niggas better run like athletes I'm that nigga, I'm that nigga My Bank of America account got six figures I'm that nigga on the block Police pull up, I'm tryna stash the Glock You that nigga on the low-low You're the nigga, you're the one that be talkin' to the po-pos Porsche sittin' on Forgi's Niggas can't afford these The Panamera shittin' on the 9-11 I call my homies, not 911 I'm the nigga with the juice But I'll never do my nigga like Pac did Q
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