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[Verse 1 The Chef] I grew up on the foul valcyte Purple tops, two for I had grams Outside with my eleven On the corners a pocket full of contrabands up and down fire-escapes, narcs coming Jump in the window let your Nikes fly, hide the up in the hill it was real to me What a nigga woulda did if you from me All my life around niggas villains who want millions Niggas with them hoodies on with teks in the Mad fiends, bags and green, Gillette razors, fly All our blazers designer That's why we (yup) Niggas need shit in their Go broke, you go and you a Vick It's just full-time Niggas try to your place And smile in your But still in all
[Chorus Lyfe I'm just to get on Leave a couple mil to my kids when I'm And nigga that ain't It's the of this money I'm just trying to get Cuz I know when my karma gonna catch up I don't know the toilet gonna back up And put me in some that I can't get out of
[Verse 2 The Chef] on Bags of to stay rich and fly Keep it cool, and dungarees Krug and food salmon, trying to make a move Those who knowing be dapping they dudes How it do blow a lot of stay in the cut Pacing from here to LA and and Cuba new oozie too serial numbers is braille So when you rub against it on (?) Now I'm with some niggas, next level niggas With rubber bezels who drive with jewels (?) boots on, olive goose, calamari And noodles that spell out "Yall the truth" What it is boy, reclining in a big Benz lazyboy up, lenses on, Chips Ahoy Shipping triple, niggas try to the issue And but can't stop the official
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