I bring bread, bricks
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Hundred dolla' bills
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Champagne bottles get popped
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And then it spill
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You can touch the handle,
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Deala, see how it feels
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From a place where over some J's
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You can get killed
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Gold Rollie, gold roll chain
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I'm criminal, arms folded
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On a beamer like I'm deMisio
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Street legend, my presence is holly
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Hundred deep of black
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Shout out the Roll'Royce
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Yeah, look,
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The niggas stay united now
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The homies follow me
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Like Leonidas now
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No comment,
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I've not in common
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With ho niggas
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Feel screaming at lawyers
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And dope dealers
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We the same, I'm from the game
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I know they pay
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Trust me, if there's a pro'lem
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Nigga, I say your name
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One call, you wanna play?
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(???)
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These pussy niggas got big mouths
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And deep throats
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Yeah, I came up hard,
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I used to die hungry
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Had the shootout in broad day
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Over crack money
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Now I'm junking love
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With an ass rip
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Life's shit, white bitch
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That love black dick
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Me and Ricky, lane changing
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In the belly
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Five niggas that's armed
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Who want come get me?
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Still tripping in Griffin
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My homie feel this
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Getting twisted
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Smack niggas and kiss bitches
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Cocaine, young bitches like (???)
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(???) cop screaming I fuck flame
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Yeah, you can't fuck with us
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You know how it is
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You already know what I'm about
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Brooklyn every day
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When they see me they see Brooklyn
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Keep It Thoro (Freestyle)
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