(Intro)
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Stadium shit
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All my life I've been fed that same bullshit, nigga
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All chase money, all chase nuttin', don't even chase my liquor
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(Hook)
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Cash in the stash-box, a little rug
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Open up the cabinet, it's nuttin' but drugs
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Guns in the closet, look out on the roof
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You say you a killa, nigga, we want some proof!
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Who you stabbed, who you shot, who you fought, nigga
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Frank White was the only king of New York, nigga
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Thinkin' the bully made me stop eatin' pork, nigga
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Don't keep the pistol, fall, shit, I got the gift of God
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(Verse)
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Yung and I'm ignorant, ain't got no time for middlemen
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Blackin' with no middleton, say hello to my little friend
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Porsche Box, 9-11 my shit
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Malcom Murphy on the phone, I get a cellular hit
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Embellish the strip, hustle where even felons get hit
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Pelican bricks from Haiti, I'm ahead of the list
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Reading faults in the airport
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Thinkin' all the niggas I lost wasn't prepared for
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Run until my legs sore
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Red stripe for breakfast, ready for some waffles
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Game has got me nervous cause when they got you, they got you
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Talkin' to Malique in my sleep, like Freaky, wassup
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He told me, D-Boy, none of these niggas fuckin' with ya
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I agree, no questions, I'mma just squeeze
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Not sayn that you luv it, I fuck it, then I just leave
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And something on my waist, couple hundreds under my sleeve
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From holding bundles of D, my life a hundred degrees
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(Hook)
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Cash in the stash-box, a little rug
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Open up the cabinet, it's nuttin' but drugs
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Guns in the closet, look out on the roof
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You say you a killa, nigga, we want some proof!
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Who you stabbed, who you shot, who you fought, nigga
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Frank White was the only king of New York, nigga
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Thinkin' the bully made me stop eatin' pork, nigga
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Don't keep the pistol, fall, shit, I got the gift of God
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(Verse)
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We was rockin' Nautica, go against the family
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When I get ya, Imma torture ya, then let Rob put the fork in ya
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I got the band, them shots sound like an orchestra
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Left you floatin' in the East River, guess that's just New York for ya
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Line you up, let a bad bitch get ya hand twisted
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Manager wiffie fuckin' with me, she givin' head different
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You notice that my finger itchin , that's just over scratchin'
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Go for Mac9, bursting shots, we throwin' back
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I'm special like Ed feel like I got it made
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Only interest in living in shit that get me payed
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Put rat poison in the sandwich that Aki made
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Stole niggas lovin' me, we kickin' it on soccer play
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The South air, so potent, the odor
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Ralph Lowrel became a sludge from rollin' with soldiers
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I luv the action, you the type that be hopin' it's ova
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Got a full clip on that bullshit, Joakim Noah
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(Hook)
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Cash in the stash-box, a little rug
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Open up the cabinet, it's nuttin' but drugs
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Guns in the closet, look out on the roof
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You say you a killa, nigga, we want some proof!
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Who you stabbed, who you shot, who you fought, nigga
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Frank White was the only king of New York, nigga
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Thinkin' the bully made me stop eatin' pork, nigga
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Don't keep the pistol, fall, shit, I got the gift of God
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I got the gift of God (yeah, uh)
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(Sleep easy, freaky)
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(Don't keep the pistol fall, I got the gift of God)
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Gift Of God
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| Dave East |
