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I think we got a problem, League', yeah

Big in this bitch if you didn't knew
Big minus the business suit
I look in the mirror like is it you
And I say I must be the hottest if it you

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

And say it ain't raining until someone assassinated
And I feel M L K, yeah
Yeah, I have a dream to be your worst
And now the boss of the cartel

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

Yayo, yayo, he wanna sniff the yayo, saucer on the hasa
In the casa just to
Make more money, man, that's the for the mob
Need a blowjob, my model, get a for the job

Go hard, no job, hustler, no prob,
Nigga what finger fuck your whole
around 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 just did it for the
More guns a pawn shop, got my whole arm rocked
Keep the 760 double in the wrong spot
Still hustling,

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

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

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

And I'm a winner if I make it the finish line
Putting food on the like it's dinner time
And this is what you call stereotyping
Can you tell me my dog keep sniffing my car?

Got the to call me a liar
So what you got in your trunk? Oh, just a spare
You niggas talked while I sold mine
Like a bad crape, locking up in no time

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

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

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

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

Heavy on the Henny, harder on the women
If it wasn't for
I probably would pimpin' and
Pops, my papa, has hear me

Tied trapping, shit sent me to
Got mad and to snapping so homicide came to visit
I smell gun
So you got one hour to come up with every dollar
Or your dun-dolla, it cost a dogg

Especially, when the players on team
Consider you as the hog
You me like 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, this is
Some you might not see again

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