Diamond G.A.N.G. Zay - Cut Like I'm Cut (feat. Alonzo Mack)

Do you know who the fuck i am
Son of a pimp
Ay man this ones strictly for the players and Ps mayn
We are keeping it peezy on a bish man
Why wouldn't we
You digg what i'm sayin
Absolutely
From muh fucking Portland to Miami nikka
From the 503 to the 305
The Earth is our turf
Ya feel me
Ya digg
Talk to em pops
Oh boy

Like Father like Son
Odds of losing slim to none
Been around the world P
You can't do what I've done
Yeah you sent a bitch but she ain't return the same funds
You ain't smoking what I'm smoking
You ain't cut like I'm cut
Like Father like Son
Odds of losing slim to none
Been around the world P
You can't do what I've done
Yeah you sent a bitch but she ain't return the same funds
You ain't smoking what I'm smoking
You ain't cut like I'm cut

Been around the world ay ya ya
Keep a piece on me no kumbaya
Thats Big boom FIYA
That thing go right through ya
Everything i'm rapping i've live through ya
I remember baccy in the day ova oven
Dreaming of this life that I live but i wasn't
Now i'm first class wit my cousin
Shipping big packs by de dozen
Women by de dozen..
Whips by de dozen
Thats 36
36 ounces in a brickd
Im dope
I'm him
Got the GAME four rm my pops
Straight locked
Boutta put the game in a head lock
Cant stop wont stop
Pushing down the i five
Gotta big ol' bag in my sight
Bad bish wit a fat ass blowing bacc woods
By my side
My hand up on her thigh
I jus wanna live before i die
Need a mini mansion, two girls kissing in a hot tub
And i'm fine
GANG

Like Father like Son
Odds of losing slim to none
Been around the world P
You can't do what I've done
Yeah you sent a bitch but she ain't return the same funds
You ain't smoking what I'm smoking
You ain't cut like I'm cut

I done touched hella tracks
I done stacked plenty racks
Knocking bitches serving niggas on the mainline like a Mac
I done pulled up whipping European
They know a Pimp when they see it
Wise guy
Stupid fly
Popping Ps cause I mean it
I been being a Boss
Cut from the cloth
He asked me about the GAME
So i gave it to him raw
Show him everything I did
Tell him everything I saw
Stay solid wit the GAME
Never go against Law
Keep ya business out the streets
Punk bitches out your sheets
When it rain bro
You know the GAME cold
You know you need some heat
The ING you got from me
Hold it down like gravity
You know the sayin go
That the apple don't roll far from the tree

Like Father like Son
Odds of losing slim to none
Been around the world P
You can't do what I've done
Yeah you sent a bitch but she ain't return the same funds
You ain't smoking what I'm smoking
You ain't cut like I'm cut
Like Father like Son
Odds of losing slim to none
Been around the world P
You can't do what I've done
Yeah you sent a bitch but she ain't return the same funds
You ain't smoking what I'm smoking
You ain't cut like I'm cut

Written by:
Zay Diamonds

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