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Pedigree
by CMG SOS
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Yeah
Why they test a G
I gave these niggas game, and showed them recipes
Im Big Dawg in the bitch, I up'ed my Pedigree
Special contribution and a little patience to stand next to me
These niggas round me go getters, not one nigga came got a check from me
Cost to be the boss
Know it look lite trip, it's check with me
Who checkin me
In motion thirty-two hours no ain't no rest in me
Seen niggas move, never jumped once, shit this was chess with me
The luck, odds, and the bets with me
Your big homie aint a vet to me
Who else you got
Im up at five I'm bright and early for the morning drops
Never seen a nigga try and get it all, shit I'm unorthodox
And next to pop
And probably dick your bitch down in some Bally socks
He fellowship with opps, and honestly I think that's worst than cops
These niggas say they hot, but I ain't seen a flame
Hop out like a nigga Candyman when niggas say my name
I cashed out on my chain, and then seen niggas change
All about my chicken call it Raising Canes
And shit I worked to hard to even stay the same
Yeah
I'm trying to tell them boys
I'm down to play the game, but these is more than toys
The real been a little absent, I'm trying to feel the void
More banks than Lloyd, punching up shit like I done trained with Floyd
Ain't flexing for the look, I gained that weight and it wasn't off them roids
I stuck to code
And only book that stu because i off'ed them loads
Niggas wanted zah, took a little bit next time I'll drop him lows
My pockets goals
You talkin to a legend up in them rafter rows
He did it for the hoes
I chose the money, I'm glad I picked that road
I'm next to blow
You next to flop, you stressed over that bitch and I don't press a lot
It's obvious she'll choose up on a nigga jock
We made it off them blocks, couldn't piss shit, now it be more than pots
They trying to buy the lot, And I want that land
But I need more than plots, and more than acres
A lion on the beat, but dressed in Bathing Ape
Who trying to race the greats, I'm gold medalist in that paper chase
And looking at these rates, no keep up shit we was face to face
And niggas came in late, never gave up shit we was pace for pace
Yeah
Why they test a G
I gave these niggas game, and showed them recipes
Im Big Dawg in the bitch, I up'ed my Pedigree
Special contribution and a little patience to stand next to me
These niggas round me go getters, not one nigga came got a check from me
Cost to be the boss
Know it look lite trip, it's check with me
Who checkin me
In motion thirty-two hours no ain't no rest in me
Seen niggas move, never jumped once, shit this was chess with me
The luck, odds, and the bets with me
Your big homie aint a vet to me
Who else you got
Im up at five I'm bright and early for the morning drops
Never seen a nigga try and get it all, shit I'm unorthodox
And next to pop
And probably dick your bitch down in some Bally socks
He fellowship with opps, and honestly I think that's worst than cops
These niggas say they hot, but I ain't seen a flame
Hop out like a nigga Candyman when niggas say my name
I cashed out on my chain, and then seen niggas change
All about my chicken call it Raising Canes
And shit I worked to hard to even stay the same
Yeah
I'm trying to tell them boys
I'm down to play the game, but these is more than toys
The real been a little absent, I'm trying to feel the void
More banks than Lloyd, punching up shit like I done trained with Floyd
Ain't flexing for the look, I gained that weight and it wasn't off them roids
I stuck to code
And only book that stu because i off'ed them loads
Niggas wanted zah, took a little bit next time I'll drop him lows
My pockets goals
You talkin to a legend up in them rafter rows
He did it for the hoes
I chose the money, I'm glad I picked that road
I'm next to blow
You next to flop, you stressed over that bitch and I don't press a lot
It's obvious she'll choose up on a nigga jock
We made it off them blocks, couldn't piss shit, now it be more than pots
They trying to buy the lot, And I want that land
But I need more than plots, and more than acres
A lion on the beat, but dressed in Bathing Ape
Who trying to race the greats, I'm gold medalist in that paper chase
And looking at these rates, no keep up shit we was face to face
And niggas came in late, never gave up shit we was pace for pace
