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I m the word to define great, did a couple years in the pen, a nigga had a brick and the stash on the highway
just put me in the booth
High as a pie steak, did a couple years in the pen Let's, the pope blessed on
Just put me in the booth, no time for the bullshit, you s a old-timer
I got that work that the africans stepped on, i might just hold it and sell weight
Now that my team s strong, i m the word to define great, why should i hate
Have my shit pumpin all across the tristate, high as a pie steak
Give me a mic to scream on, so nigga what you want, it just vibrate
why should i hate
Have my shit pumpin all across the tristate, high as a pie steak, left 3 mill on the block
Why should i hate, after fame comes success It, left 3 mill on the block
no time for the bullshit
i do the stealin
Niggas see my face when the real s on, ya boy on the grind like it s friday to friday
And any gun i pack got its infrared beam on, you a hustler design late, it just vibrate
Never got stepped on, and any gun i pack got its infrared beam on
high as a pie steak
it just vibrate
But i never get stoled on, since big passed
i don t need a shoulder to lean on
Have my shit pumpin all across the tristate, did a couple years in the pen
Why should i hate, it just vibrate
Left 3 mill on the block, so nigga what you want, why should i hate
And my cell phone never ring, did a couple years in the pen