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Yup Da da da da da da Turnin' this all into paper Uh Yeah Been together since we were kids Through thick and thin you made me rich I couldn't quit It's hard to switch, you put 150 on my wrist We took trips, the risk it got me feeling sick It's a crazy rush I could never make enough You make it hard for me to sleep, why you wake me up? You've been crazy lately, why you getting people killed? Only few respect you, the rest will probably squeal You taught me how to turn a intro to a couple bills Different level deals, damn I miss the homie [?] Every time I take a loss I start to hate you more Another war, who's keeping score, we winnin' more I love the game, keep the fame, bullet proof the range And dig a hole for the lames, shit will never change And this is for the one and only The dope game, your homie Bern They got nothin' on me Candy paint range drizzle skittles on my latest I got pilage on my [?] I got lil mama waiting I pull up to her spot daily All my rounds gettin' my paper Occasionally call her baby though she not my lady From Letras Mania