I got six cellphones and still ain't up a stranger's man The fear ain't but I be damned if the danger ain't Don't walk up on Chuck, disrespecting his town He flip on that Detroit switchin', it in his voice I'm Chicago, Illinois, even if I had a choice I woulda' still picked the crib I grew up in And DK NY designed king sheets on my bed You still on Ian page tryna' pick what to wear, yeah These peasants as me? Tell me how They still distressin' t's on they Rock band tees and bands they don't know nothin' You heard of Iron Maiden once? Bro that even count Get that goofy out my face before I hit send on that message I'm workin', flexin', just makin' music, Like "what up Chuck, God man, it's me and you and all these dollar bills" And we the style that they try to steal They be runnin' off it like shootin' drills
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Bolt, nine second 100 sprint Four 12's boomin' on Suzuki with them I'm still bangin' Screw movin' slower a tick Off the drank, purple rain, and screaming rest in to Prince Back in 1999, the was the time You get to chirpin' like a bird, it sound like when them cry Why you run off with a lie when you at the truth? When you see it in the scope, an eye before you shoot Ric Flair off the ropes, Stone Cold, Kevin With the dollar man, I don't fuck with Hulk Hogan Holy guacamole, only me for the sauce Ay, I heard you told your take my poster off her wall
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It's the Bape head band Pee in corny jockers Acting like some tryna' top us Nigga it Get chalk in them Starters daily, place your order Chuck and Mike, they got black mags I ride around black mags Niggas tryna' sound like Maxo but Karo my shit 16 Bred 11's with that on my hip Persona walk, talk, wasn't shit you could tell me Got bitin' up Supreme, throwin' away them Giuseppe's Air white tee, been did that Snapbacks, sun visor, been did slim fit jeans, been did that Tom and ass nigga, you a copycat man, you a funny man Take with the gun, not a gunner man Crash dummy lil boy, you a man Fake J's, do the running man
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