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Miami Vice, all my gringos, ya know
Miami Vice, spit this shit for y'all, here we go

Youngin' don't my cells rise, I shoot you out ya chuckers
Pusha the whispers of all you mothafuckers
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 CaCa doodle doo fuckers
Coke by the ton, rap I'm the one
With basic rhyme pattern, how the fuck you tryin' to
Basic ass rappas, got 'em for they life
I philosophies about glocks and

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

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

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

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

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

From Milan to the shores of Nepali
Now I consider Ferrarian dollies
I'm no longer local, my are global
That's why I seen distance, son expand ya

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

Mama I'm so sorry, I'm so
I don't 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 and watches
Mama I'm so sorry, I'm so
My only is my conscious, uh

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

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

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

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

Mama I'm so sorry, I'm so
I don't fear 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

Vice