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Lookin' at colored faces Observing what my faces in all races in generations before hatred See with your dilated for the sake of the Gs But keep it sacred G, fuck a rat race, we take the Jack cheddar the make believe Break the trees on they CD the red and black lumberjack faithfully I'm a Brooklyn nigga, I grind with the grimiest Learn how to eat in the full of hyenas And vultures, don't worry what a will cost ya From the young scorcher, remember who taught ya I'm gonna spark it off Won't sign to no if no wager than a 3 million offer off the top I'll be in a box with my drops Why settle for a spot? Niggas don't always make it off the Unless extort rocks or support the cops They still snitchin' let me guess, that's your Leave 'em shook you're standing and quit the shenanigans Have you panicking, damages 'til you're vanishing are told properly, resort top sea examinin' This is for my hip hop fans and 'em I dispose for 'em, leave fake MC's in the mortem
money ain't a thing if I got it I won't spend All I got is my Pros, I need no friends like this glory road is coming to an end The only soul that sin No he give in Yo this is bone chillin' Make meals in hell's with these dishes Properly delivered trees in my swisher And bring back to my property wit ya
It easy being this royal you got this much going for you It ain't to be disloyal Comin' straight from the soil with lines never coil to think pretty off new career with this spoil The kid is that sick so expect more I'm the chosen one so you can more offerings I be sonning so expect less orphans Best rapper alive hear line used less often Word to God I'm the best BMX Hoffman, BMF like Ross man Young boss, man, got Fallon endorsements From porches, to Porsches, getting of fortune They said next up so I up Fly I dressed up Bitches try to like left nuts Like in the west of Of the motherland, but got the swank of no other man man They can't Pro Era boys pop band
Cause ain't a thing if I got it I won't spend All I got is my Pros, I don't need no Feel like this glory is coming to an end The only soul won't sin No he give in Yo world is bone chillin' Make meals in hell's kitchen with dishes Properly delivered drop trees in my And bring back to my property wit ya
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