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

[Verse 1: Ross]

I don't murs but I know birds
I bet a new firs that I know all you first
Fake tough guys it ain't even in blood
Sex money murder all them niggas give me
Out in all them G's get cabbage
Just indicted dough gave 'em king pin
Shittin' on these rappers undercover
And I brought work with me for the questions they keep askin'
Masarati blue it the denim in the fashion
Make haters smile but that mack 11
a few stars
Fuck a few
Fuck it fly a
we the best
Hoes wanna
I never talk
Got the burner in the winter in the middle of New
hear the facts cause it's deeper than the rap
I got people that eat way cheaper than this stack
Mob
See the code
I don't say twice
I'm Ecko
I'm so
And no contest
I sold fake in my own complex
Before ya a better come and join the mob
You know the wack a nigga and you get a newer car
Ya girl wanted bling but ya just a fling
I'm a boom boy when that girl was ya thing

[Verse 2: Mark
Breitling flooded links and nothing to me
another hater say what they gonna do to me
Please I'm west chillin' my booya trap
Niggas scared a who where
Not niggas
Got me up
Benz or trucked up
Head shoota run up on ya blank buck buck
a blog my cars a hundred large
Put ya ass in a bag ask if a problem
Boy
I ain't gotta a thumb a soo-woo dumbin' one in the head
I squeeze from ya down numbin
I gotta now
Told my boy I hope my steal down
Started with a steer
up front page everybody stomped in the warehouse
My alibi Ross told the courts know my
Feared by loved by few
I'm blazin Bentley til they get me I don't care you bro
do me if I ain't squeezin my ass shankin'
I ain't 50 but that keep my bucks bankin'
That's the game to a new squad
New cash touch my ass lose arm
Shout out to the homies flaggin' on the side
Brought my to New York villa on the west side
Condo on Miami
Ballin' like Heat
Everybody trip you see runnin' Miami streets