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[Intro] K.E. on the Track [Verse 1] Ayy, 'member when my teacher told me I wasn't gon' be shit Now I can freak her, freak my teacher 'Cause I got the stacks, 'cause I got them racks And I got dem guns, dem bitches go gratata, click-clack, nigga, brat brat brat, nigga [Chorus] Never tell me what the fuck I can't be Should take a trip to fucking Beijing Lil ass Red Bottoms, niggas babies I'ma grown boy, boy, you a baby Even though I'm a baby, I get cakey daily Got a gun and that's off safety Mama always told me never let a nigga play me I'ma get my ass whooped and I couldn't take it [Verse 2] What's the situation, is the situation paper? If it is, shake up, I'ma earthquake up Coolin' with the paper, ballin' is my major She wants some top, wait up, baby, I'll take that Pull up on the motherfucking label, where my cake at? 'Fore I up this motherfucking chopper and spray it Fuck rehab, I get high for Bob Marley Double O-7, bitch, the skies falling Bought me some Rugers, I was tired of Glock 40s Put it on Blood, bitch, I'm guap shawty Put it on cuz, I'm a hot shawty I'ma burn ya ass, on the spot, shawty Bananas in the summer, chinchillas in the winter Heard you was mad 'bout your thot? Nigga, get her Made it from the bottom to the top, niggas didn't That's why my mansion two million, niggas bitter [Chorus] Never tell me what the fuck I can't be Should take a trip to fucking Beijing Lil ass Red Bottoms, niggas babies I'ma grown boy, boy, you a baby Even though I'm a baby, I get cakey daily Got a gun and that's off safety Mama always told me never let a nigga play me I'ma get my ass whooped and I couldn't take it [Verse 3] Heard fuck niggas was plotting on the low I'm from Chiraq, I be spottin' on the low I know everything before they thought I didn't know Pull up on your block poppin' shit, Crisco I'm Kanye rich now, 'member when I was in the field Runnin' 'round the blocks, while niggas gettin' killed Niggas sendin' shots, we gon' send them back Baby, I'm the driver, I ain't in the back Pull up in the foreigns, they like, "Who is that?" On Tooka day, smoking Tooka pack Pull off and I'm tourin' all the hoodlums, man Bitch, I'm Yung Joc, I'll do ya bad Coolin' kit on the gun and it'll cool ya ass Do this rap shit for fun, let it fool ya ass Fredo coming out the cut, he gon' do ya ass Tadoe slow ass, he shot some more times, ayy