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I we got a problem, 'Justice League', yeah

Big money in this if you didn't knew
Big business minus the business
Even I look in the mirror is it you
And I say I be the hottest if it isn't you

Stay from my top to my tennis shoes
New coop, no top, big shoes
Never slipped, not even on the side of a swimming
We don't get rid of Q, we get rid of

They said, I couldn't play football, I was too
They say, I couldn't play basketball, I tall
say, I couldn't play baseball at all
And now every day of my life I

And they say it ain't raining until someone
And I like M L K, yeah
Yeah, I have a dream to be worst nightmare
And now meet the boss of the

I'm a Satan, sitting on Lorenz's
And I seem patient, picture the equation
People taking pictures and they really getting
Flagging down my spaceship, sergeant for a fragrance

Yayo, yayo, he wanna sniff the yayo, saucer on the hasa
In the just to lay-low
Make more money, man, the model for the mob
a blowjob, my model, get a model for the job

Go hard, no job, hustler, no prob,
Nigga what fuck your whole squad
Forty spending doe, flipping for my kid flo'
Luxury tax on them packs if you know

Bought a new crib, niggas feeling I hid
3.2 but I did it for the kids
More guns than a pawn shop, got my whole arm
Keep the 760 double parked in the wrong
hustling, boss

Yeah, you gotta pay for
I remember when I used to for this, this, this is classic
Some you might not see again

And we taxin', you don't it nigga, leave it then
And we taxin', you want it nigga, leave it then
And we ain't to see the pen
Like a in a hay stack, we ain't trying to see the pen
This is a tax

Yeah, imagine this, no that
Gave me my like, good luck gettin' back, yeah
I'm like to fuck, I'm gonna get outta
And if I'm not careful, be the same place they find him

And I'm a winner if I it 'cross the finish line
Putting food on the table like it's dinner
And is what you call stereotyping about?
Can you tell me my your dog keep my car?

Got the audacity to me a liar
So what you got in your trunk? Oh, just a spare
You niggas blow while I sold mine
Like a bad crape, it's up in no time

More time in the kitchen then I in the studio
Case paradise and I ain't talking about
Can't lie, still addicted to the
Got a ice cold but still thinking Coca Cola

Yeah, you gotta pay for
I remember I used to pray for this, this, this is classic
Some you might not see again

And we taxin', you don't it nigga, leave it then
And we taxin', you want it nigga, leave it then
And we trying to see the pen
a needle in a hay stack, we ain't trying to see the pen
This is a tax

I'm up early in the morning and I'm in black
on, every morning I get dressed in black
While your ass, nigga, my pants sag
I'm getting and my swaging, black flagging
Million dollar status, automatic

Heavy on the Henny, harder on the women
If it for reverend
I probably would pimpin' and
Pops, my papa, has already me

Tied trapping, sent me to prison
Got mad and went to snapping so homicide to visit
I gun powder
So you got one to come up with every damn dollar
Or your dun-dolla, it cost a ball

Especially, when the players on your
you as the ball hog
You treat me Shaq
And you but I didn't say you owe me nigga
But act like you me

Yeah, you gotta pay for
I remember when I used to pray for this, this, is classic
Some you might not see again

And we taxin', you don't want it nigga, it then
And we taxin', you want it nigga, leave it then
And we trying to see the pen
a needle in a hay stack, we ain't trying to see the pen
This is a tax