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[Intro:

Givin'em rest and makin' love
In my best I be the run
And I the man dem stutterin'

[Hook:
I'm getting this in the morning
He think he been chiefin just too long when
He see me in the
Want to catch all feelin
Well let me be the first to get

1: Raekwon]
Ay yo, ay yo, and blow in the back of the crib
Sittin'and countin', smoking a spliff, shit's a gift
All my watches is rough
Grabbing our yelling "What up? "
The cost $500? Fuck
Stop it, keep baking, see, the smell a statement
One freeze of shit, you won't feel your legs kid
I'm a gangsta corporate hustla, my is illustrious
Hounded by vicious dons, nigga we armed, me bruh
They yellin' Chef, the plate with the cooks
I say 'Ye with 2 on, we Common, let's Push
another bush, then burn another we brothers
Love us or not, the Mark Zuckerbergs of the
Hug a knot, rich, we was built for the guap
Park the green six deuce on the just props
Rock a kilt, mean I'm all machinery, ock
Cling to me, now see how the scenery

[Verse 2:
I was born by a lake, shack, and a church
That mean the flow got and it come from the dirt
Golly, I she wanna test the 'Rari
Eye on a like Illuminati
is foggy, tryin' to see through the mist of it
Could been livin' it, you was Mrs. Mischievous
This is just a letter to better development
Situation

[Verse 3: T]
claim God body, blame Illuminati
All cause his now knotty as his hair

All Sonny no Cher, only
You clusterfucks cluster up
On tippy-toe and still not up so it's
to ashes, dust to dust
In God we trust, the is all us
Til' the sky calls or flames on us

[Verse 4: 2
2
I'm chillin' in my camo, flippin' the channel
On my G.O.O.D. shit, my logo's a Lambo (damn)
Four of ammo
Ammunition I'm pitchin' to make your body another position

[Verse 5: CyHi da
I the people is listening
I could never sell my soul, I gave it back to God at my
It's tickelin' when I hear haters be whisperin'
What makes you think an Illuminati would let some niggas in?
Fake friends and siblings, like to wish you well but ain't flip the nickel in
Haters wanna pull they pistol when see me in this race car
But you can't war without an A-R
15 I was pushing at K-Mart
By 21 they said I'd be a graveyard
Can't to get that black American Express
So I can show them white how to really pull the race card

[Break: (Kanye West, Kid Cudi)]
Yeah, you feelin' on top now, getting that nigga?
(You sold soul)
Yeah, you feelin' on top now, that money nigga?
(You your soul)
Yeah, you feelin' on top now, getting that nigga?
(Naw man, mad people was
Aw man, something from nothing)

[Outro: West]
I treat the label money from my shows
G.O.O.D. would've been God except I more o's
If I knew she was cheatin' I'd still've bought her more
'Cause I was too busy my bottom whore- you know
Some people call the art of war you know
I guess it depends what you for
The clothes, cars, money, and the clothes
Aw money, you sold soul
Nah man, mad people was
God damn, we made something nothing