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[Intro: Ross]
Coast to instrumental
Red and what it do I see you
Chi-town all my GD's it ain't nothing but love
music is deeper than the rap nigga

[Verse 1: Ross]

I don't know murs but I birds
I bet a new firs that I know all you niggas
Fake tough guys it ain't even in blood
Sex murder all them niggas give me love
Out in Chi-town all G's get cabbage
Just dough gave 'em king pin status
Shittin' on these rappers faggots
And I brought some with me for the questions they keep askin'
Masarati blue it match the in the fashion
Make smile but that mack 11 laughin'
Fuck a few
a few celebs
Fuck it fly a
we the best
Hoes text
I never talk
Got the burner in the winter in the middle of New
Better hear the facts it's deeper than the rap
I got people eat your way cheaper than this stack
Mob
See the dress
I don't say twice
I'm Ecko
I'm so
And there's no
I fake dope in my own complex
Before ya a star come and join the mob
You know the wack a nigga and you get a newer car
Ya girl wanted but ya girl just a fling
I'm a boom that boy when that girl was ya

[Verse 2: Ecko]
Breitling flooded links and rings to me
Everyday another hater say what they do to me
Please I'm west chillin' my booya trap
Niggas a who where what
Not ya'll
Got me up
Benz coup or up
Head shoota run up on ya point blank buck
Fuck a my cars a hundred large
Put ya ass in a bag ask if a problem
Boy
I ain't gotta move a a soo-woo dumbin' one in the head
I squeeze ya neck down numbin
I gotta now
Told my young boy I my steal down
Started with a steer
Ended up front page everybody stomped in the
My alibi Ross told the courts my whereabouts
Feared by loved by few
I'm Bentley til they get me I don't care about you bro
I'ma do me if I squeezin my ass shankin'
I ain't 50 but yayo keep my bucks bankin'
That's the game to a new squad
New cash touch my ass lose arm
Shout out to the homies on the left side
Brought my fortunes to New York villa on the side
Condo on Beach
like Miami Heat
Everybody know trip you see runnin' streets