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[Friday After Next Skit:] Why are you in so much competition with me? You jealous Willie I can't help it! I look better than you do You don't I cook better than you You can't My dick is bigger than yours It was cold that night [Uchies (Freestyle): Verse 1] A black kid nigga I pull up in foreign Pig tails red rubber bands Choppas' wit endurance Johnny's pullin' niggas out the cars out in Torrance I just might fuck a ratchet broad out on Florance I pull up at Louisiana's off Normandie (Give me a "Snack Pac") A few blocks from my grandma but the south side South Central send them lullabies outside Shots fired bullets ain't lying in them stop signs Cold Summers told yo rollie say it's bout time We goin' shoulders with the rollers Cause it's route time We never heard what momma told us She had two jobs Ain't have to sneak the blowers Hands saw me creep em outside I had to hit the old chink on the block Handle beef with the flamethrowers Chopstick in the Wok In the streets if they don't know us They was sleep in a box OMMIO we all want it but feed me the rock Flickin' up but I ain't speakin' about it On everyday of the week I can drive A blind nigga said I'm easy to spot If I slide wit ya, ya my nigga beamin or not Rap a can of corn or cream of the crop I jump back off tour Turn my dreams to a drop 50 racks when I perform They been dreaming I stop We got more straps for war We gon even the odds, woo Yeah we all know, man we all know Why you still talkin' about it? Thought it was all over I done lost my mind a long time ago Back when we was jackin' niggas for they Franko's I'm back on these niggas necklace Getting money six ways you can't intercept it Niggas with these bitch ways Don't know what they sex is I'm hoppin' out the Mercedes (yo bitch) interested She just hit the message Man these new niggas is so John Legend I fuck wit his message but he so non threatening My nigga is you bangin' or you flexin'? More they love you around the world More they hate you around yo section I scraped my plate and came for seconds Running outta patience out here waiting for yo blessings Money not the only quest I need the basics for my essence Need some shit that I can take in Once I take my last breath But if they coming, where that cash at? These mac rounds make em back down Like some ab reps They say you only great as ya last step I took that leap of fate in the fast... Track [Too Player (Freestyle): Verse 2] Big badge it Niggas ain't got a match it Rich Blacks pay the homage where you got it at I switch hats from the A to the M From the M's to the A's like, Woo Woo Red guts in the Wraith like, Suwoo Big blunts to the face like, excuse you who? Rich blood yeah, blue faces One man fighting 32 cases White stones linked up like braces Pour it all out the cup it ain't Ace's Take a shot Top shotters helped me get here Adjust to the change up when I switch gears I done slept on a couch a whole leap year Now these private jets feeling like a Good Year Sippin' Ace everyday a celebration Lame niggas blame it on the age separation [Bar Juice (Freestyle): Verse 3] Look She just wanna fuck wit Bar Juice Two or more I say she carpool Her ass fat but what them jaws do? Titties faker than a cartoon, Ayy We sippin' Ace's Money found a new language We at the point where Balmain's is yo basic I'm cashin' out on my cravings My niggas crashin' Mulsanne's and Mercede's Now thats a 40 thow wow fix outta yo savings I spend a month down at the Ritz no vacation I been around rather get rich than be famous These niggas now make up cliques Think they bangin' (What?) That don't surprise me no Sport women and deprive these hoes That's little Rodney on I ain't fucking witchu Maricón's Pull up in that Adiós for my Barrio A merry pockets think a boy listening I'm stackin' all these dead guys like a mortician My shooters got a scope with intuition He looking out it Looking lazy eye just like he Forest Whitaker Celeb game I had my own shit The talk of the town me and Joe Moses (RJ!) I played the sideline coaching I felt my team needed me I subbed myself the last 4 minutes Yeah Goyards and gold Rolex's I get chauffeured lets have road sex I roll up call it romance I pull out and keep goin' They gon love me more when I'm gone Throwin' racks on the floors Stepping Stones Treat these stores like I'm home I know god want me on Feel like god want me on On my momma we on (X3)