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up Who said we ain't the definition of exclusive Real rap, you Yeah, this is multi-expensive rap here up Time to the power You know it is man Nothing but shit baby Let's go Doc I need prescription Ey yo (ey yo)
[Verse 1 The Chef] I grew up on the side valcyte Purple tops, two for I had seven Outside with my mans On the corners with a pocket of contrabands Running up and down fire-escapes, coming Jump in the window let your fly, hide the flakes up in the hill it was real to me What a nigga did if you steal from me All my life drug niggas villains who want millions Niggas with them on with teks in the building Mad fiends, and green, Gillette razors, fly neighbors All our blazers jeans why we live (yup) Niggas need in their crib Go broke, you go and you a Vick It's just stragglers try to take your place And in your face But in all backstabbers
Lyfe Jennings] I'm trying to get on Leave a couple mil to my kids I'm gone And that ain't cologne It's the smell of money I'm just to get home Cuz I don't when my karma gonna catch up I don't know when the toilet back up And put me in shit that I can't get out of
[Verse 2 The Chef] on Bags of to stay rich and fly Keep it cool, silks and glasses and food Grilled salmon, trying to make a Those who they be dapping they dudes How it do blow a lot of crews in the cut Pacing here to LA and Hawaii and Cuba Blue new oozie too serial numbers is So when you rub against it on (?) Now I'm with special niggas, next level niggas rubber bezels who drive Exeleros with jewels (?) boots on, olive goose, soups And noodles that spell out "Yall the truth" What it is boy, reclining in a big Benz lazyboy Endsed up, on, Chips Ahoy Shipping triple, try to stop the issue And cock-block but can't the official
Lyfe Jennings] I'm just to get on Leave a mil to my kids when I'm gone And nigga that cologne It's the of this money I'm just to get home Cuz I don't know when my gonna catch up I don't know the toilet gonna bck up And put me in some shit that I get out of