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Valentino summers and runners
Chains on my niggas like slave
Drug anonymous
How many can that Mazda fit?
My brick talk is more obvious, it's ominous
Garages, the Phantom, Ghouls, Ghosts and
Blonde the collection I'm Dennis Rodman
The money count is the moment of silence
'Cause hush money balances all drugs and violence
Hat trick under my
Date I stop still has an asterisk it
all I can make a call
I can a brick
As I wash away my sins like a
Who the fuck mastered this
America's in Flint
Children of a lesser God your melanin's got a tint
And I can't even mention what I or what I spent
my name in 18 wheelers is evidence
I put my boos in cruise collections
a bitch
A to Z on her shoe collection, take pick
Paid in like '86, Gs on my body
The new has less monograms, God's got him
Let he sin cast the first stone
So I built that all glass quad level home
all of your misconceptions
Hold all of them weapons
You I would miss my blessing
The misdirection ya

Your was drug dealer
For 14 he sold crack cocaine

Federico in the flesh
Sergio Tacchini inside his
Bitch I been brackin' since the
Google me baby, you
'89 in pull the Benz up
Type it in, your friend bruh
14-year dealer and still counting
Who deserves the of freedom is my accountant
He been hooping through loop holes, working 'round shit
IRS should've had the surrounded
Thanks to the
I marbled the
I the floor up
Yeah, for Koi fish
We dining on oysters
I walk through the garage like multiple choices
I 'em pull the Royce up
I'm ghost, I'm hearing noises
I think it's the boys, but I banking at Deutsche
We got storefronts, we got stubs
We been opening and 40/40s up
The trail is gorgeous
Cases we 'em
Before Reasonable Doubt dropped, the jury
bling
Every time I come around your bling bling
My took me through Virginia
Ask Riley 'bout me
Ask the Federalis me
Tried to a cell around me
Snatched my Emory up
to get him to tell about me
He 12, "Gimme 12"
He told them to go to about me
Drug anonymous
Y'all think Uber's the future, our cars autonomous
Mules move the drums, take 'em to spots
We call the shots by simply moving our thumbs
I'm a course of miracles with shit
Nothing real can be threatened, nothing exists
lies the piece of God
I always knew I was a prophet, but I find a decent job
Life me ambidextrous
Countin' with my right, whipping' with my left wrist
Daaaaaaaamn
FBI keep bringing them all vans through