Take Off, Pt. 2 lyrics

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Plies


[Intro]
Ay, don't you get it f*cked up, n*gga
This ain't the first one, n*gga
This that "Take Off", part two, motherf*cker
A street anthem, n*gga
Y'all n*ggas better see about this young n*gga, dog
The streets told me y'all can't f*ck with me, dog
I'm not no lyrical n*gga, dog
I done tell you what's going with me, n*gga

[Verse]
I'm still here, n*gga, seven indictments later
I don't owe a n*gga sh*t, n*gga ain't never gave me a favor
Done ran through my share of hoes and seen my share of paper
My brothers told me from prison it was gonna get greater later
That 745, n*gga, I bought it for you haters
So many dead homies, can't count them on my fingers
So many of my n*ggas in Feds, it'll take too long to name them
If you a f*ck n*gga, you some kids and man, I don't claim you
f*ck what it look like, n*gga, I'm a real n*gga from all angles
You one of these f*ck n*ggas who don't like Plies? Well, I don't blame you
But if I was broke, pus*y n*gga, you will love me ainna
I work for a millionaire, managed by a killer
They say that apple fall too far away from the tree, n*gga
I'm a hundred percent real n*gga, mean it don't get no realer
I don't give a f*ck, I could care less 'bout being the best rapper
The most respected by the streets, n*gga, is what I'm after
Ain't been to the motherf*cking studio in five months
Last time Slip-n-Slide seen me, I was in my dump
Next time they see me, I park my 745 in the front
I could drop a motherf*cking classic whenever I want, n*gga
[Outro]
I don't really do this sh*t, homie
I f*cks with this rap sh*t every now and then, homie
The streets just told me I was that motherf*cking n*gga
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