I told Swizz ain't ready for the smoke though (oh!) got niggas that be pointin' guns at the po-po Probably got a of your auntie in my photos That was you in front the when she was hoppin' out my Shit, but what you 19 now? But you probably still had like 19 thou' In my day I had to work to bring the fiends down some crackheads around, just to wipe the V down Why Rose when Jay got Aces? 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 close up the Shit, I'm from Harlem, I stunt in is outrageous Went up in the dealer just to cop outrageous Yeah we got parents, but the dealers raised us And shit, I prayed to God, but the never saved us So we stuck what we stuck, what was fuckin' with I pack guns shoulder stocks with the muffler attached We take to different places with the butler attached Or the Maybach, press a button relax
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Supreme Court hearings, new McLarens pipe seats, Tiptronic steering Baby is art that come with no commission Could be a blind man, but you gotta know the Private jets just to blow the Parden me 'cause I been accused of male Gettin' head in the whip, and havin' no Never lackin' 'cause I keep that fully with em Shit, you know I gotta shout the in prison (eastside) My nigga Gleem is like a magician Shit, he cook it up and it disappear Shit, now it up and let it hit the air (light that up) I was spittin' Ace of all in this bitch's ear I told her, like pretty women like Gere Uh, pack guns and fly is a part of us bitches packed 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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