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Ha ha ha ha Roc a y'all
Futuristic shit
Uh what the How we do. How we do. Uh ha

1:
Triple platnum nigga the solid gold fade
All that and dime shit don't hold no weight
Fortune 5 top 5 in the (you'll see) as you
Thumb through the Source I read the Ride
C cold me down with the plastic
That's all I Ask Of You, Raphael Saadiq
At the hotel, Nico, robbin' the val
My people's through the peep hole
I'm you down freak as I
through the city like a rumor
Not enough, to stop 'em from spreadin' the news
Paper read "Jay-Z breaths, 80 degrees"
the only thing to cool off is a Malibu day breeze
Can't sop for the feds, say
You know they wanna a nigga picture
Pray for the day to get ya, but I'm a parlay and stay for now
Jigga hasn't dirt in a while
YOu know my stomach getin' weak from livin' on the streets for
Tryin' to it from suites, orderin' eats
At the top where the minds meet
That's where the cream is (right) , that's your dream is (well ain't
it?)

You're only a (uh)
in the presence of hustlers
You spend money all long
"All night long" - Mary J.

2:
A-yo my had a nigga too aggressive
I use to excessive, both eyes closed
No thought
Hittin' pot holes, cop-o's will snatch weight
But your game most
Had to rethink things, is pinky worth
Life on the run and time served in Sing
I don't to tell the truth
If I'm pressed for doe, I got to consoul Irv Gotti

Irv
Heads got to

I was to live, Lord I pray you forgive
If not, I just handle it like Jason
What you're facin' is (it's official)
Most cases when I"m won't miss you (won't miss you)
and point mad bullshitted issue
I see it to the end, my writting is so
My heart bleedin' out my pen, make no aobut me
only one nigga livin', I got a half a cake about me
I got love, to make a die bleedin' is nothin'
You make a die breathin' then you sayin' somthing, beeotch

(X3)

More than y'all can image havin'
like Sega, Saturn, traffic like the Bodega
It just so happens, you caught me at the the tail end of my
My brain ain't right from inhaling the of my life
it, 3's in ya, had to hold
D.C. pissy off Cristle
3 G's seasoned Bacardy, UV's
Blesses my body, we be at the party
Play go head if you don't no the ledge
It's spittin' to God
Get it in face fuckin' with niggas over your head
Take time with me, shiftee
Use to Coke stretch like the samplin' a 950
Shit that, while I'm o a Kawasoki bike
At the light, doin' a pike, a bitch on the back
And take flight, my like it was directed by Hype
In 35 slow-mo, the Rockafella logo
Accapoco to Arruba, bay breezes and baluga
little loot, a loser
In the grashish blueish, Les Coup it's the root of in these people

(X3)