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