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I think we got a
Yeah!

Big in this bitch if you didn't know
Big business minus the suit
I look in the mirror like, Is it you?
And I say I must be the if it isnt you

Stay fresh my top to my tennis shoes
New coupe, no top, big tennis
slipping, even on the side of a swimming pool
We get ridiculed, we get rid of fools

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

And they say it ain't raining someone assassinate
And I feel M.L.K.
Yeah, I have a dream to be your nightmare
Now meet the of the cartel, Ross!

I'm a seven-nine satan, on Lorenzzes
And I really patient, picture the equation
People taking pictures and they getting flagrant
Flagging down my spaceship, sniffing for a fragrance

Yayo, yayo, he sniff the yayo
Flying on the hasa in the casa just to lay low
Make money man that the model for the mob
a blowjob my model, get a model for the job

Go hard, no job, hustler, no
Poster, what? Fingerfuck your whole squad
Forty around spending doe, flip ya for my
tax on them packs if you didn't know

Bought a new crib, niggas feeling I hid
3.2 but I just did it for the
More guns than a pawn shop, got my arm rocked
the 760 double-parked in the wrong spot
Still hustling,

Yeah, you pay for this
I remember I used to pray for this
This, this is classic, so you might never see again
And we taxing, you don't it nigga leave it then

And we taxing, you want it nigga leave it then
And we trying to see the pen
Like a in a haystack we ain't trying to see the pen
This is a tax

Yeah, imagine this, no, that
Gave me my sack like, luck getting back
I'm like, The fuck I'm going outta
And if I'm not careful, be the same they find him there

And I'm a winner if I make it cross the line
food on the table like it's dinner time
And this is what you call by far
Can you me why your dog keep sniffing my car?

Huh? Got the to call me a liar
So what you got in your trunk? Oh, just a spare
You niggas talk blow, well I mine
Like a bad crampe, it's locking up in no

More time in the kitchen than I in the studio
Gangastas paradise and I talking about Coolio
And I can't lie, still to the odor
Got a ice cold Pepsi, still thinking

Yeah, you pay for this
I remember I used to pray for this
This, this is classic, so shit you might never see
And we taxing, you don't want it nigga leave it

And we taxing, you don't want it nigga leave it
And we trying to see the pen
Like a needle in a haystack we 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 y'all half-assing, my pants sagging
I'm getting money and my black flagging

Million dollar status, automatic
on the innie and even harder on the women
If it wasn't for Reverend, Id probably be out pimping and
Pops, my papi, has hear me

I tied trapping, shit me to prison
Got mad and to snapping, so homicide came to visit
I gun powder, so you got one hour
To come up with every damn dollar or your dollar

It cost to dog
Especially when the on your team consider you as the ball hog
You treating me like Shaq and you
But I ain't saying you owe me
But act like you me nigga

Yeah, you pay for this
I when I used to pray for this
This, this is classic, so shit you never see again
And we taxing, you don't want it nigga leave it

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