(Verse)
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I¡¯ve got the mental of a bad lieutenant,
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We gamble, drug money, river boats, Cadillacs, talking about the prison
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Let me get it subtle, in the fish they caught the guttle
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We grew up in a gang, breaking us is like a hurdle.
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Morey boogie boards, lasts the time so we stay on,
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This track is pitch black, three sixty shades on.
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I won¡¯t stop until the walls got my knees drawn,
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The fun land, enough animals to grays on.
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I¡¯m always smoking on the poet straight from Brooklyn,
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I¡¯m rising like a souflee, you know you got to serve it quick.
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Just dust me off with cheese, pussy straight from Persia, bitch,
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Then find you like a maniac, it torse around in Jersey snitch.
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I bought the legends caught in needy, whoa,
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I roll a fifty and got it by the neck, take a city tour.
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In the shine got the salsa and the greedy roar,
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Timeless, my mother¡¯s dime is 1954.
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(Hook)
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I gotta get that dope,
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I want the beamer with the racist seeds,
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Pound the ground with my feet to make the pavement speak.
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And tell me secrets that she¡¯s never told a soul to
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The price of living and decisions can control you.
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I gotta get that dope,
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I want the beamer with the racist seeds,
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Pound the ground with my feet to make the pavement speak.
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And tell me secrets that she¡¯s never told a soul to
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The price of living and decisions can control you.
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(Verse)
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I sign my name like a med, don¡¯t ever stick it to the script,
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There were people look the pole, say the language isn¡¯t shit.
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Bring tradition in the street, get you lifted off your feet,
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Like my daughter wrapped apart, no taking orders after dark.
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Is they expected, so wake up early, I put the shit up,
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Employ a lawyer that¡¯s been with miss run.
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Never trust the golium cindy sipping sprinter,
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And miss the wedge, thirty dollar¡¯s how they never tip her.
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This conversation that we¡¯re building in the wee drop
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Has bother some, half of my night cover with ratheses.
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The firm of me in this dutch that you¡¯re still smoking,
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Chill night, these pretty bitches getting peer about it.
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(Hook)
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I gotta get that dope,
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I want the beamer with the racist seeds,
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Pound the ground with my feet to make the pavement speak.
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And tell me secrets that she¡¯s never told a soul to
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The price of living and decisions can control you.
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I gotta get that dope,
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I want the beamer with the racist seeds,
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Pound the ground with my feet to make the pavement speak.
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And tell me secrets that she¡¯s never told a soul to
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The price of living and decisions can control you.
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Morey Boogie Boards
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| Harry Fraud |
