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Yeah, uh,
I like the way that
Now

Check, n**** ya like a frog in a jump
One weed bring you from the bottom the trunk
the trunk to the dump
I'ma rain on 'em, put the a slump

a rib shot
That's the customers want
cha, this ain't the typical story
Therefore I don't fall in the

I'm calm and collective
You con'in a
chronic for breakfast
It with the necklace

Nines only down til' the rats wanna check
Reckless, born warn specialist
Especially if you next to me
come testin' me, you get the gun recipe

These old n****z the new born sound
Actin' like they don't know who holdin' New York
Yeah, I used to buy Nick's, ten later now
I'm super-fly slick without a roof on my whip,

I sip a hundred til' I'm ripped
And wave at the haters who got a root sick
Tell n****z to make a scene' so the llama's close
That kind of s*** fly like mumma jokes

So they got 'em long-short, Old kinda
More out of left s***, trailers all the coast
To you get around by boat, I get a pound I smoke
I put 'em down dope

I'm real scope when I pass the block, I make traffic
A wave thing that make the apple rot
This apple jacks, be before the platinum plaques
The Pro and the wax

Take a back 'fore you catch a contact
The flows like an M-16 an arm-strap
I'ma bomb on n****z they can't bomb back
The demeanor, microphone crack

All of changed since a came
A lot 'round here, f***in' up the game
I ain't servin' nothin' but the pain
You playin', I'm hungry a mahf***er' mayn'

Rob a store 'fore you walk around
'Cause you gettin' nothin' from me, you grown more
You fuelin' up the fire you hate
So I'ma lean on ya' til' you make a mistake, I can't

Until the close
It's me and Tony, in them purple O's
Indoor overload, like I own the roads
n****z is p*** that's why my shoulders cold

M by the bow, I'm ridin' filthy in the Beamer
'Cause I can have Lamina Calina bring to a mister
You drown in deep water, any around come
From the street corner, where you need your on ya

I'm on the climb while my next CD South side
Greedy Dine, red wine, DB9, NYPD
Why? It ain't an grind
A n**** try to get mine, I'ma feed him

And it's graffiti time, sprayin' ya mural
For by a motherf***in' hero
I'm fresh, fly and flashy, guy if you ask me
Jet by on the nasty, you in a taxi

All of s*** since a came
A lot came 'round here, f***in' up the
I ain't servin' nothin' but the pain
You playin', I'm hungry than a mahf***er'

Rob a 'fore you walk around poor
you ain't gettin' nothin' from me, you grown more
You fuelin' up the fire you hate
So I'ma lean on ya' til' you make a mistake, I can't

Ha, ha, yeah, uh

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