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