I Swizz they ain't ready for the smoke though (oh!) Still got niggas be pointin' guns at the po-po Probably got a picture of your auntie in my That was you in front the when she was out my four-door Shit, but you like 19 now? But you probably still never had 19 thou' In my day I had to work to the white fiends down Brought some crackheads around, to wipe the V down Why drink Rose when Jay got Free Leek he was me the other day up in Aces Bunch of pretty with the frozen up faces We got them lawyers we can call just to up the cases Shit, I'm Harlem, what I stunt in is outrageous Went up in the dealer just to cop outrageous Yeah we got parents, but the drug raised us And shit, I prayed to God, but the lord saved us So we stuck we stuck, what was fuckin' with that? I pack guns with shoulder stocks the muffler attached We take trips to places with the butler attached Or playback the Maybach, press a relax
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Supreme hearings, brand new McLarens pipe seats, Tiptronic steering Baby this is art that with no commission be a blind man, but you gotta know the vision Private jets just to the izzo Parden me 'cause I been accused of male Gettin' head in the whip, and no collisions Never lackin' I keep that fully loaded with em Shit, you know I gotta shout the bros in (eastside) My nigga Gleem is a blow magician Shit, he it up and watch it disappear Shit, now it up and let it hit the air (light that up) I was spittin' Ace of Spade all in this ear I told her, like pretty women Richard Gere Uh, pack guns and fly is a part of us Four bitches up in the Benz, it's like a party bus All this talk, but niggas ain't as hard as us I cook coke at the kitchen, it harden up
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