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Niggas see the and ask who did I steal from Price tags on makin' the world feel don't have enough to satisfy a real one Maverick Carter even get the deal done Niggas scared to come towards us, gotta run us Louisville money for my young gunners Rick Pitino, I 'em to strip clubs and casinos Stack of c-notes get all you niggas scratched like Worms, I opened up a can of those My mother had a shop, but I was Sandra's Rose Two girls that I rope like Jones I them hoes walk together like I'm Amber Rose Yeah, that, I got to up the ante California girls sweeter than of candy Had me all in hood to go link up with Sammy Type of hood where bandanas make a family Head on a swivel, I could shoot but I never dribble Life too short, I get it 'fore they blow the whistle My uncle change my energy with stones and crystals But it's gon' take more than for me to control my issues I wasn't made for no casket or no prison title doin' numbers like I'm Miss Adele Sandra knows I us out of a livin' hell I'm the chosen one, never pick themselves
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Niggas want a classic, that's ten of these Crime family like the Genovese, you don't drama, capisc'? My house is full of supermodels like Mohamed Hadid I take shit too serious, you niggas my comic relief I find it how I keep on talkin' and commas increase I'm standin' at the top of you niggas are climbin' to reach I even got my very own initials inscribed on my Subtle are key, jeez! Spoiler alert: the second act is And that wants the worst for me's askin' what happened Backstabbed so times, I started walkin' backwards Like Charlamagne, I see the light and see the darkest Bury me and I'll be born I walk in form amongst the mortal men I got some demons across the border fence And a note of the mistakes we can't afford again I said, can of worms and I'm the early bird Niggas want to hang, but I'm too busy doin' dirty Hit 'em back and say we'll up on the 33rd When I say that they cursin' me it dirty words of Pentecost, Holy Spirit synagogue I don't know who's me, but we hit it off Sandra's rose, no they tryna' pick me off I guess you show these niggas who you really are
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