Unbelievably satisfying, my voice is crying
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Time I watch every step, the science is making it happen
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Sat down back in the hat
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100 dirty bags, rolled up niggas get down dead
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Fly shark sweaters, clocks is leather
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Dogs can seize us, one thing could flame on one Visa
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Few trips here and there, the wolf billionaire
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Chilling at the UFC fights with my bands
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Black flake nights, maxing the McCormicus schnitz
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It¡¯s just me and one bad hill bitch
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Section stands, famous with hammers
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Flying out the belief, the pussy bananas
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Sure to get bread, fuck it, you a grown dickhead
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No swaggin on your own shit pinday
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Raisin¡¯ bats in the Lambo, yea put ¡®em together
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My niggas Batman and Robin, it¡¯s collateral
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Mind detect money, crown bread for the pediment
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Real bottle crills, jingle for my SP Letterman
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My art of war came from the desert land
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Raps are navigate spaceships, bracelets bezzlin¡¯
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Been the spot slider y¡¯all never been
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Straight shots, no chase, expressive got champagne elements
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Hiroshima Sicily, lacall of the smart bombs
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I come to support the guys, swim in my dog pound
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My bridge in prosperity
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Manipulate Marion Webster, not with the meaning
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Unless it¡¯s voluntarily
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I never been lazy, fuck that
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I go for the Gusko
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I¡¯m nuts so my mother didn¡¯t raise me
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My father was a donor, all love from my uncle that was a pimp
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Passionate bitch, used to get his money for him
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Real tyrannosaurus, four door, slidin¡¯ them chuvis up
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Kept the kakin camels of these quarteroids
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Maily mail palm of this crop
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Real talk, these were the days that niggas used to be on the block
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Now it¡¯s a new breed, true indeed
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The times is flipped
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We in them newer things
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Coolin¡¯ with these crackers with chips
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And what the fuck am I supposed to do?
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You know what? Just let that shit breathe for a minute
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Niggas want me on the track last and shit
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Half the niggas been killed, everybody¡¯s looking like Jones Town and shit
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Just think about it for a minute
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That¡¯s real hip-hop, real spitters and shit
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All I can do is look pretty
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I be in places where the crack is when they hang a nigga
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But their wife and sisters thought his mama wanna bang a nigga
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Wet hoes, crib full of bunnies like the kak stores
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Late night¡¯s dimension off the cold water hangin¡¯
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Lampin¡¯, dackery, stacks of weed
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Where bad bitches nigga ass like you wouldn¡¯t believe
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I swear to God I¡¯ve seen that bitch in K Slay¡¯s magazine
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Flippin strippin sippin skinny dippin on a whim
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Yea we fuckin¡¯ in the pool, like Paul Adam don¡¯t swim
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Stay vicious my witness, you know how we get down
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But enough with the semantics, the high life and tantrics
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If love is war then I¡¯m a helpless romantic
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The constant clans, think I heard niggas be talkin¡¯ shit
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So like that throw hitchin¡¯ hop in the van quick
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Like you¡¯re too inspired, to the street rules applied
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A real nigga til I die, filled with formaldehyde
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You rap niggas garbage, B force perpetrate
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I¡¯m on that freak shit, still bring the purple tape
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Incarcerated scarfaces, verbal intercourse
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If you ain¡¯t touchin¡¯ that it don¡¯t belong in the fuckin¡¯ source
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Blazes of ice, get it nice, nigga full price
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Jems on the linge, niggas lookin like the northern lights
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You dumb rap niggas got this shit all wrong
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He¡¯s tryna floss with them semiprecious stones
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Message: I¡¯m just sayin¡¯ nigga
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You ever seen the british world jewels? The crown nigga?
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Ain¡¯t no diamonds in that shit nigga
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It¡¯s rubies and emeralds nigga
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Get out your science books
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Stop wastin¡¯ all that fuckin¡¯ money on shit that ain¡¯t worth nothin¡¯
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Class dismissed! Go to your room!
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Branson Niggas/Kay Slay Freestyle
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| Bishop Lamont |
