[Pusha T:]
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I'm only in the company of Kings
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I made a power move and it's everything it seems
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Before 'Ye signed me, I was getting out my dream
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Standing on the shoulders of 20, 000 fiends
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Everytime a nigga wanna try and turn a profit
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Folks rush in, 3 letters try and stop it
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F-B-I-R-S-D-E-A (FBI, IRS, DEA)
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One letter short but still motherfuck the DA.
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We play by the rules as they try and crack the code
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Combination locks to the kilo's that I hold
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Leopard print Louboutin's, prowlin' the concrete
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Roller balls come alive just like Jumanji
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You know where to find me
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Greenhouse a circle of top whores
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Mandarin, gears of war, any of them top floors
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35 large took you right out the top draw
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Still got a throwaway phone in my sock draw
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[Pharrell:]
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It's like rain, spraying on you roaches
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The AK is an animal, it is ferocious
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A nigga wanna sing but he is the dopest
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Watch that nigga disappear, hocus pocus
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Ring, ring the nigga wanna sing
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Ring, ring, I keep that bitch clean
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Ring, ring the nigga wanna sing
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Unless he is an insomniac, he dying to dream
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[50 Cent:]
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You can tell I went to school on a small yellow bus
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Never bothered me, strong arm robbery
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I went from countin' Jelly donuts to taking the most
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From my high school sweetheart to fucking with hoes
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Look I'm all grown up and I dun blown up
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Nigga ain't much changed, in fact, things are the same
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I'm the definition of shooter, gun of choice the ruger
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You'll take my word for it or make me do it to ya
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I'm a magnet to murder, when I'm in the mood
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Get convicted through the forensics when you walk in my shoes
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I'm bad news, you niggas know the verdict, I'm filthy
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Drop Phantom is milky
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White on white, 24 inch blades of steel
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Red eye smoking that bomb shit
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Niggas surprised, 50 back on fire
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50 back running round this bitch strapped
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Hitman for hire
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[Hook]
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[Pusha T:]
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I sit with the liars, ducktape and tyres
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Been lost their soul
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They just waiting on the fire
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Innocent faces with a shit load of prior's
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Something out of nothing, a team full of MacGuyvers
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Deep sea dive for the fishscale
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Tryna find a better price, man that ship sale
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Take a record head back if that shit fail
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Drop weight like an anchor than you set sail
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Hell freeze over like the watch I put the sleeve over
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Engine double scream when I turn the key over
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Pirelli's on the street rolling like a steam roller
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Bitche's double team when I have my sleep over's
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Yeah, Re-Up gang with the G-Unit
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This is Taylor made drug dealer fiend music
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Test it on ya tongue or watch a fiend do it
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I got you hooked and I laugh as you lean to it
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[Hook]
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Raid
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| Pusha T |
