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Miami Vice, all my cocaine gringos, ya
Miami Vice, Pusha spit this for y'all, here we go

Youngin' make my cells rise, I shoot you out ya chuckers
Pusha hear the whispers of all you
Papa said stay free of them
Minus the wicked jumper, street balla like the
to my Lou if you lookin' for a couple, roosters in the duffle

Keep the hood screaming CaCa doodle doo
by the ton, rap niggaz I'm the one
With rhyme pattern, how the fuck you tryin' to jacka
Basic ass rappas, got 'em for they life
I about glocks and keys

Niggaz call me young Socrates, West Indies
Bitch drop to knees quick,
With dreams of being a man's bitch
Feel sorry for niggaz, pull triggers and they click
So bullets jammed in my shit, should call me [Incomprehensible]
the diamonds out my wrists

Mama I'm so sorry, I'm so
I don't Tubbs and Crockett
I'm so sorry, I'm so obnoxious
Got two hot rocks in my

Mama I'm so sorry, I'm so
Big home, palm and watches
I'm so sorry, I'm so obnoxious
My only is my conscious

Youngin', learn from me, not be at odds
Were more than not, 2 peas of a pod
Same hustle, 'cept my now flows
I once gave it away, at 30 an O

That accounts for all them in the cold
Feels like cake mix, can't wait to lick the bowl
But it's a bigger picture, homes trust I seen it
Frankford to Colon, Oslo to Sweden

From Italy's Milan to the of Nepali
Now I consider Salvador dollies
I'm no longer local, my thoughts are
That's why I distance, son expand ya vision

Even the [Incomprehensible] Norwegian women, blonde and blue eyes
I'm gettin' back a vengeance
Whip it they want me all attached to the kitten
And they wonder in raps if I'm kiddin', huh

Mama I'm so sorry, I'm so
I fear Tubbs and Crockett
Mama I'm so sorry, I'm so
Got two hot rocks in my

Mama I'm so sorry, I'm so
Big home, palm trees and
Mama I'm so sorry, I'm so
My accomplice is my conscious, uh

Miami Vice, sorry heavenly father, again I hate to bother
It's P the evil creeper send some to the grim
Meanwhile, me and my Mrs. like Soloman and
of the times her Emilio Gucci sneakers, huh

Ghetto literature, I damn near died from
It don't take much to get rid of ya, a sin for ya
Better the minister

I'm grandmama for mistakes I have made
I aired family business, how you put me in my place
Even my baby mama, I can't you in the face
'Cause I can't do enough, you a symbol of God's

So I you in the flower bed, porcelain shower heads
Throughout the and keep the youngin's mouthes fed
And I'm gone, I hope it is said
I gave to the youth by the example I lead, huh

I'm so sorry, I'm so obnoxious
I don't fear Tubbs and
I'm so sorry, I'm so obnoxious
Got two hot in my pocket

Mama I'm so sorry, I'm so
Big home, palm trees and
Mama I'm so sorry, I'm so
My accomplice is my conscious

Vice