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Niggas see the crib and ask who did I from Price tags on makin' the feel some They don't have to satisfy a real one Maverick couldn't even get the deal done Niggas scared to come us, gotta run from us Louisville money for my young gunners Rick Pitino, I 'em to strip clubs and casinos Stack of c-notes get all you niggas like Preemo Worms, I just opened up a can of My mother had a flower shop, but I was Rose Two girls that I like Indiana Jones I make them hoes walk like I'm Amber Rose Yeah, that, I got to up the ante California girls sweeter pieces of candy Had me all in hood to go link up with Sammy Type of hood where bandanas make niggas a Head on a swivel, I shoot but I could never dribble Life too short, I gotta get it 'fore blow the whistle My uncle tryna change my energy stones and crystals But it's gon' take more than for me to control my issues I made for no casket or no prison cell Every title doin' numbers I'm Miss Adele Sandra knows I pulled us out of a 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 want drama, My house is full of supermodels like Mohamed Hadid I take shit too serious, you niggas my comic relief I it funny 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 on my sheets Subtle are key, jeez! Spoiler the second act is tragic And everyone that wants the worst for me's askin' what Backstabbed so many times, I walkin' backwards Like Charlamagne, I see the light and see the patches Bury me and be born again I walk in godly form amongst the men I got some real demons across the fence And made a note of the we can't afford again I said, can of worms and I'm the early bird Niggas want to hang, but I'm too doin' dirty work Hit 'em back and say link up on the 33rd When I say that they cursin' me it ain't words Church of Pentecost, Holy Spirit I don't who's protectin' me, but we hit it off Sandra's rose, no they tryna' pick me off I you gotta show these niggas who you really are
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