Suckers getting big down, suckers getting big down
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What a bye, bye
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Now its so many debates about who's really runnin' this
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Rappers gettin weaker man they takin' out the fun in this
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I'm causin' damage, aint stoppin until there too much bread to manage
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Makin' a nigga vanish, living the movie, but only camera who can us
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I'm losing my manage, got inspa mental photo play me though
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Cit they gonna support, but looking at me like you ain't pay me strong
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Yes I'm dolo, me and my crew, great they loco
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Yeah I'm spitting so so, I'm approaching charge with the porol
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Strick to the script I'm get you under jogging,
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Really kicking knowledge, only you hear for dollars
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Only you quit the dollars when you hear the dollars come in it,
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Your brain on the stop top, once I stop come doing it,
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Buggin they lovin this women I'm huggin you nothin'
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I'm ruggin' my borrow with stuggin', I fly, you just luggage
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Baby was remix for something that stump in,
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Instead at just looking at this cat from Brooklyn
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Or can see put the catchin' hooky, dead
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But I'm still got body in the flash, lyrical .. and any nigga that test
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Got my war pen tidied, I just really do the shit, you just added
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True the legends I'm rapping my Brooklyn ??
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pull out your selly, take this number for the coroners
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Our niggas is lurge, but you ain't messin' with the origins,
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He gonna try to be brave, must be dump with, I break you
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I see through your make up, baking couldn't shave you,
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I'm as high as them goons, turn the luggage to a jogger
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My pick rich you shoot the play, wait till why I lay em
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Mental and display em, which one or one to make em
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You can't compete the nigga scream, damn.
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Suckers getting big down, suckers getting big down
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Sound boy burial, this my way carry flow
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Brooklyn, you already know.
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Sound Boy Burial
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| Astro |
