I told they ain't ready for the smoke though (oh!) Still got niggas that be pointin' guns at the Probably got a picture of your auntie in my That was you in the building when she was out my four-door Shit, but you like 19 now? But you probably still had like 19 thou' In my day I had to work to bring the 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 watches with the frozen up faces We got them we can call just to close up the cases Shit, I'm from Harlem, I stunt in is outrageous up in the dealer just to cop somethin' outrageous Yeah we got parents, but the drug raised us And shit, I prayed to God, but the never saved us So we what we stuck, what was fuckin' with that? I pack guns with shoulder stocks the muffler attached We trips to different places with the butler attached Or playback the Maybach, 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 just to blow the izzo me 'cause I been accused of male chauvinism Gettin' head in the whip, and no collisions Never lackin' 'cause I keep that fully with em Shit, you know I gotta shout the bros in (eastside) My Gleem is like a blow 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 Spade all in this ear I told her, like women like Richard Gere Uh, guns and stay fly is a part of us Four bitches packed up in the Benz, it's like a bus All tough talk, but niggas ain't as hard as us I cook coke at the kitchen, it harden up
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