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Intro 1
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Yo,
Verse 1
summer time holding the nine,
split the Vega in half
Bank stopping, hide your rocks,
hydraulic
will obtain to touch top dollars
I'm like cake or maybe like ten
thousand dollar rabbits
The kid walked through, switch up his accent,
now I'm from Paris
Cash the bill, frozen elements in gold
Signs from the most high causes
me to break the mold
How the fuck was y'all niggas thinking?
You think I fell off the ledge?
The legendary Ghost
Deini might be dead?
Never, impossible,
pull out black burners like tonsils
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Two Gallants, hitting if we got to
Sucking your teeth cause
God chain- talking
Like Ghostface this, Ghostface that
Ghost sold crack, now we revelations
Veloured down like the sheik of Iran
in hospital bands
Model vans, Michael Davis,
it's me against housing
sold God creations to control thousands
Catch me at the flicks,
Ayo, how can I move the crowd?
Here's the instructions,
put it together
It's simple ain't it?
Verse 2
Marvin, Marvin,
2Pac, Biggie, ohh how
We want y'all both to know
We really love you so
Verse 3
Ask niggas how I get down
Don't speak much,
deluxe plush imaginations
Hold a note like Willie Hutch
You might've bumped into
me on the Rikers' bus
Weed in my cheeks,
gem in my beauty sleep sleeve
Dead serious,
Three Card Molly,
Show these niggas how
Came through in a booger green
Mad paper, high as a fuck
I ain't saying no names, they know who,
thank you for the change
Outdoor event, New Year's Eve,
Cali weed
Thirty seconds til we tear and decease
in the crowd
The ho spotted me,
He walked off softly, we exactly
Formed like Christ and the disciples
Black fatigues,
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lethal- faced dunnie, he held the rifle
We had the whole shit shook
they drinks
We made eighty off the books
Verse 4
With metaphors that keep
Ayo, I wrote this on Donnie roof
Thinking his killer's following me
we fucked up here?
You got beer, weed, guns, AIDS
All these obstacles,
it's hard to make it nowadays
Why's the Devil winning,
If that's the answer,
you know smoking cause cancer
Let me drop a bracelet,
leave a chain behind
If you don't bring me some motherfucking cognac,
Ain't in my senses,
and you ain't in my dollars
I fuck with rottweilers, no leashes,
no collars
Brolic scholars,
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