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[Intro: Ross]
to coast 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: Rick

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 your
Sex murder all them niggas give me love
Out in all them G's get cabbage
Just dough gave 'em king pin status
on these rappers undercover faggots
And I brought some work me for the questions they keep askin'
Masarati blue it match the denim in the
Make smile but that mack 11 laughin'
Fuck a few
Fuck a few
it fly a coast
Baby we the
wanna text
I wanna talk
Got the burner in the winter in the of New York
Better hear the facts cause it's than the rap
I got that eat your way cheaper than this stack
Mob
See the code
I say shit twice
I'm Marc
I'm so
And no contest
I sold fake in my own complex
Before ya a star come and join the mob
You know the rules wack a nigga and you get a car
Ya girl wanted bling but ya girl just a
I'm a boom boy when that girl was ya thing

[Verse 2: Mark
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 scared a who what
Not ya'll
Got me up
coup or trucked up
Head run up on ya point blank buck buck
Fuck a my cars a hundred large
Put ya ass in a bag ask if there's a
Boy
I gotta move a thumb a soo-woo dumbin' one in the head
I squeeze from ya down numbin
I gotta now
Told my young boy I hope my steal
Started with a down
Ended up front page stomped in the warehouse
My Ross told the courts know 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 that keep my bucks bankin'
That's the game to precede a new
New cash touch my ass your arm
Shout out to the flaggin' on the left side
Brought my fortunes to New York on the west side
Condo on Beach
Ballin' Miami Heat
Everybody know trip you see runnin' streets