feat. Domo Genesis, Action Bronson, Meyem Lauren, Roc Marci & Despot
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I'm smoking big killa on the Clearwater beach
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And every time I speak they say "go ahead your honor, preach"
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I'm way too hot for you niggas not to acknowledge me
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The prodigy could talk a married bitch out of monogamy
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I'm out of reach but your posture ain't looking promising
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I'm pressing pussies, gynecology, you niggas robbing me
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I deserve respect, cut a check, fuck and investment in me
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For all the mess I hustle, for tracks I handle recklessly
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I'm Glen Rice from the corner, three, in there
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Swimwear twisted like Dub-C chin hair
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I paid Holyfield to take the dive
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Fix the drug test, we getting richer
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Blood or a spritzer
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Cherry oak wood shifter
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In a Jaguar, shoes are made from Babar
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Roll the lethal
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Seats in the Regal same color as Mario Van Peebles
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I'm like a young Stephen Seagal
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My favorite move's a clothesline
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Dragon jacket, hair slicked back when it's go time
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Motherfucker, I'm a great artist
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I fixed the game between Georgia Tech and Wake Forrest
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Fly shit we make that, Marvell, we bake that
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Pull a shotty, leave your body where the legs at
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Stay in foul places, strip clubs with meth faces
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All my fam's thumbs smell like gloves that catch cases
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Not trying to glorify but my story's obnoxious
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Y'all faggot rappers wash your faces in a box of sausage
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Supreme server, bare burger when we order ostrich
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Opposite of niggas popping shit 'cause we ' your gossip
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Fluent Jewish lock it, gun black like Lewis Gossett
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Predict the profit so I prophesize the fucking profit
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Plush thoughts flood to Christopher Cross
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Throughout the goldie with the salt, Parker and all
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Your number was called
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I grip the nine iron like golf
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Wipe 'em off
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At night ride the white horse with the torch
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You bleed out by the court while I'm leaving court
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Defeat of course, my cohorts snort
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Pop a wart and read the rob port
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Drive a quattroporte
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Step on the product with the Rockports
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Spark a Newport
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Whip up a stew, this is food for thought
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Pursue the course and floss in the newest Porsche
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Tell your story running, walking isn't fast enough
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These cats will lap you up like milk out of a plastic cup
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You bastards stuck somewhere between fragile and half a chump
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I bet you fucks a thousand bucks your dad wishes he's wrapped it up
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We rapscallions like a bundle of onions
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How you find the gumption to be out here trying to function
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I fixed the game dog, I'm neutering the poodle
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Got the ruger to your noodle and the goons are yelling "who you?"
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There ain't no cars, windows rose tinted, dope in it
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The credit card got a tank on it, no limit
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1010 Wins
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| The Alchemist |
