Check it
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The nerve with you herbs
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Y'all know we swerve from the curb in the lex the best observe
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F-ck what you heard: splashing, splurging
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Dashing, that's my word, you know?
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Champagne glasses crashing, can't ration
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Used to having a whole lot, so dough, I blow a lot
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Had a buck fifty while you was still taking skippy to school
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Ran with one of them niggas that heists tiffany's for them jewels
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Back when duke was jumping outta cap'n crunch food
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I was scheming and plotting
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Mostly dreaming a lot but look what it got me
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4 cars and 400 thousand shots later, f-cked up in gators
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You scared to look, niggas is shook
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F-ck it, you're vibrators
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Bullets rang off the hook when niggas try to violate us
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Fbi spies hate us, all they gotta check is my
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Latest cut then follow my moves: I'm the greatest
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F-ck how haters been paying dues
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I cheated, committed felonies when needed
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While you niggas starve, what's this you're making
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If you was hustling like you said
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We would've bumped heads, so I know you niggas is faking
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Word up, huh huh, '95 and forever yo
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1995 DJ Self
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| Jay-Z |
