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[Hook: & (Sample)]
Pullin up the coupe (Oh my goodness)
done something with the roof (Oh my goodness)
You sitting stupid on the stoop (Oh my goodness)
I would take notes if I you (Oh my goodness)
This was designed the stars, the square and the cross
So no true north
Smilin', with 50 in my jaw
the law
It's a nigga, rhyme
Nigga, crime

[Verse 1: Vic
It's a they let us jump out of Bentleys with dirty Vans
Hit the for 15 minutes, get 30 bands
Swiss bank counting clean money dirty hands
With some hood niggas that's to bang with the Klan
I came in this shit, made my name a name brand
French bitches in Paris, clubbing like a caveman
We up the pyramids, now they say we Illuminati
Fox fur cavalli, Bill O'Reilly
No blood diamonds, I rock gold a king
Jewelry so cold, made 'em blow the off the Sphinx
Fuck you think? I'mma be some type of model?
I go throttle desperado, that's the motto
Vic in Chicago, it's Heff in the grotto
Brazilian models is mugging like Frida Kahlo
Drinking a horchata with an Machado
Bitch, I'm the ticket, you just hit the

[Hook: & (Sample)]
Pullin up with the (Oh my goodness)
done something with the roof (Oh my goodness)
You sitting looking on the stoop (Oh my goodness)
I would take notes if I you (Oh my goodness)
This was with the stars, the square and the cross
So we true north
Smilin', 50 karats in my jaw
the law
It's a shame nigga,
Nigga love

[Verse 2: Vic
Young Vic the diamonds, the finest, I like
Puff Shyne, except I signed to the Roc 'cause I'm timeless
Top off the Masi, my behavior is
Old kids, nigga, we major, you
Fresh out the to the booth, drop the Dylan Roof
I'm still in the hood, Zimmerman "Shoot"
Hold my nuts with an OJ glove, the judge
You rappers is false flagging, you a blood
What's brackin' cuz? What you know about
What's V-lone thug? Why leave your head rangin'?
Free Vic Mensa, I'mma start swanging
This that crack music, nigga, you can blame
I'm Balmaing without paying, y'all
We higher than a bitch, my bitch
Suicide-ielago, sacrificial lamb
I'm killa Cam
No matter, blam

[Hook: & (Sample)]
Pullin up the coupe (Oh my goodness)
Must've done with the roof (Oh my goodness)
You sitting stupid on the stoop (Oh my goodness)
I take notes if I were you (Oh my goodness)
was designed with the stars, the square and the cross
So we know true
Smilin', 50 in my jaw
the law
It's a nigga, rhyme
love crime

[Verse 3: T]
Every other night, I'm with the nine
You ain't got chips, the world
You got chips, you could fuck the next man's
Sounds harsh but they been ripped apart my
The weight kiss us should never be misquoted (no)
Them guns that you wave on the camera? We toting (yeah)
Selling love potion my rap career
So your streams and downloads could never match the
We could go foreign for foreign until boring
My sheep will keep jumping the fence until snoring
poetry, I'm on Wale Folarin
'Til the world is mine like and Lauryn
Written on the
Face to a table of blow
Fresh powder in the snow
Type of rappers we
Got the right numbers on a
Burn the carter like I'm Nino

Pharrell & (Sample)]
Pullin up the coupe (Oh my goodness)
Must've done something the roof (Oh my goodness)
You sitting looking stupid on the (Oh my goodness)
I would notes if I were you (Oh my goodness)
This was designed with the stars, the square and the
So we know true
Smilin', with 50 in my jaw
the law
It's a nigga, rhyme
love crime