I¡¯m hating corners in the rich part of town
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The part of town where people look color and not on brown
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And if they odd then them looking quite on down
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I¡¯m not a clown, they lookin at me like I¡¯m out of bounce
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I¡¯m sorry, I¡¯m smelly like maguary, smoking coheeba cigars
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In the yellow ferarri
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Eating them lobster tails and calamri
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We¡¯re not supposed to live that american dream, are we?
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You¡¯d rather see me in cuffs than see me wrist glow
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Valee the porsche carrera grand turismo
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You cry a fucking river when I get dough
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Give me your standing o, when it¡¯s lookin livin low
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Your kids jumping on my band wagon
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You natzi cops, the sheriff¡¯s a grand dragon
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I¡¯m in the restaurant, pants sagging
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Man them jackasses act like they never seen a nigga before
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[Hook]
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I got money I can buy what I want
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When I walk in the door it¡¯s like they never seen a nigga before
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The upper class always lookin at me funny everywhere I go
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It¡¯s like they never seen a nigga before
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Police steady harassing a younging with no cash flow
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it¡¯s like they never seen a nigga before
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But I can do what I wants to do, you asshole
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Have you ever seen a nigga before
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I know some other minorities understand me
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I fly first class they ask if I won a grammy
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We can¡¯t be corporate, can we
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I¡¯m in the trump in the national, out in sunny¡¦Miami
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People looking at me like I was from Mars
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Cause I¡¯m pulling louie lugagge out of stretched double r¡¯s
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We bizness minded, ghetto stars
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¡¦bill o riley, he won his behind bars
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They getting mad if I flip me a sack
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But reagan he gave us crack, so miss me with that
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In fact, the rico act¡¯s a mistery as whack
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And these hip hop cops wanna kill the industry of rap
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Treat me equally that would be nice
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Until then I write a song and see your salary twice
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The diamond district keep handing me ice
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While boozy customers act
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Like they never seen a nigga before
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[Hook]
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I got money I can buy what I want
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When I walk in the door it¡¯s like they never seen a nigga before
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The upper class always lookin at me funny everywhere I go
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It¡¯s like they never seen a nigga before
|
Police steady harassing a younging with no cash flow
|
it¡¯s like they never seen a nigga before
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But I can do what I wants to do, you asshole
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Have you ever seen a nigga before
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I see confederate flags are still around
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When we move in they say the neighborhood is going down
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Well I¡¯m genius in my field profound
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I push property value up any town I¡¯m around
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And I never had a job it¡¯s ¡¦just drive these sports cars
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And subscribing to rob report
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I¡¯m in the eye lids sleep in the 5 star report
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I¡¯m a baller, homie, hoes call me child support
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At the bistro, I lift the way to pull up the chair
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Before I sit down, attention¡¯s already there
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At the corner, where their eyes they stare
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Just remember¡¦i could feel it in the air
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Yeah, then you know them racial slurps
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While you looking at g¡¯s
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Soon as they coming out your mouth
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That¡¯s when they pullin the b
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Why you callin the cops, they as crooked as me
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This must be 1863
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[Hook]
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I got money I can buy what I want
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When I walk in the door it¡¯s like they never seen a nigga before
|
The upper class always lookin at me funny everywhere I go
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It¡¯s like they never seen a nigga before
|
Police steady harassing a younging with no cash flow
|
it¡¯s like they never seen a nigga before
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But I can do what I wants to do, you asshole
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Have you ever seen a nigga before.
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Minority Report
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