[Styles P:]
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All I ever knew was kingpins and gangstas
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Life start to change when you sitting around bankers
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Investors, back when the Benz made the compressor
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I compress my weed and never lost the texture
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Went to get 50, they threw me 50 extra
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Highly appreciate the real strong gesture
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School of Hard Knocks, I never filled a semester
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Fully loaded 9 with the big Winchester
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Louch sold coke, Kiss sold coke
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I sold coke, we all sold dope
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Right around the time I couldn't look at my old folks
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On my block shit, pop shit, getcha nose broke
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Fuck around, let a shot fly
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Ain't a minute of the day that I'm not high
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Real nigga, I ain't switch up yet
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We load heavy, hope Chevy make the pick up vet
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Whether blood or a crip, yeah I stick up sets
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So I used too, now I'm getting money off of juice too
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I'm international, not rational
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You do what I say or you do what I ask you too
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Looking at the work like I get shit off
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Looking at the hammer like I set shit off
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Take head shots so you can take that vest shit off
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LOX nigga, know we keep the best shit dog
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[Jadakiss:]
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Hip-Hop depreciates the value of luxury
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Personally, I won't allow you to fuck with me
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15 a sack, bundles is 150
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You just had to be there, the money would come quickly
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Very obedient with the cake
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Cause I'm the ingredients in the cake
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One place you'd never see me is by the Jake
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Big cigars, martini's by the lake
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You still get a hundred by the face
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My connect still speak no ingles
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Says a lot about you if you hating me
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Turn a little bit of dough into a bakery
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Bunch of copycats, a lot of fakery
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Becoming a monster, that's cause you making me
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I just wanna know who else is this strong
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Generating this amount of money for this long
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Shots pass your crew
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Yellow gold kilo, Yacht Master II
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Put your wallies dip so the top match the blue
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Couple more shots I might blast ya boos
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Can't judge so they rape this shit
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I stand behind mine, got faith in it
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I just sell it, I don't make this shit
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I got work to do, I got cake to get
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[Sheek Louch:]
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Cake, Cake, Cake, Cake, Cake,
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It's hard to see the Snakes, Snakes, Snakes,
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They ain't thugs, they Jake, Jake, Jake, Jakes
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Found their bodies in the bottom of these great lakes
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Do I think he the king?
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Never that bro, hol' up give that nigga a dap
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Now these lame ass artists gotta think when they rap
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Its almost back to the boom bap
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It's no lyrical apps to download when I walk the ground fold
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I'm heavy out the Chevy I dump for reload, DONNIE
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Was something out a magazine
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Pretty bitch whip something out a magazine
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Gun on me, clip? Nah that's a magazine
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I make money flip easy, no trampoline
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I done made a millie, P and Kiss made a millie
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Hood could of if he wasn't acting silly
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But no hard feelings
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I ain't even in the hood now, no more chilling
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Chasing money, jumping off the tour bus posing for IG flicks
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All around these chicks
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I ain't OG, it's Rakim and Kane and them
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I came right before Baby and Wayne and them
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All these new niggas spit more pain than them
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LOX, you'll never be the same as them
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Hood Cake
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The LOX |