Quadraports, slide off through a time warp
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Been getting money before dinosaur
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Dimes is on Llamas is long
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Write rhymes on island resorts
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Dimes who snort
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Some guys who slide a line inside a Newport
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Push a fly two door like Too $hort
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I¡¯m just a artist with a tech
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Hard as a beget
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Carve a nigga head
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You a meatball, get squeezed on
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Your physical being turn to cream corn
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Slice a quarter for the order,
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Supporter, roll dice on the corner
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Gats tucked, big cash can touch em at the
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cusp
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Couple of hundred racks on the rug
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Young don, son¡¯s under the arm
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He treat Lamborghinis like bumper cars
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Got scars
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Chains around the necks like scarves
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Your limbs hang out of threads like yarn
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I¡¯m the next big thing
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Chickenheads cling the bed spring king
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Run the ring, my head is on
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The top of the pyramids
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Pictures of me and all of my affiliates
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We lit phillies like idiots, kill a lineage
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Let them know what it really is
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Niggas is penniless with skinny ribs
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I fire semis in too many wigs
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I¡¯m feeling like Billy the Kidd, skinny big
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You literally live as a guinea pig
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If the timbs ain¡¯t on deck
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You know the pennies is
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Your fingers still penny pinch
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You make me pull a mack milli
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Out the Fendi trench
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At any event, hold the twelve gauge that¡¯s
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heavy as shit
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For every clip we let steadily rip, push your
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afro back to Seventy Six, motherfucker
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Niggas is petty, legendary
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All of my enemies are dead and buried
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I let twenty hit your strawberry Pelle
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Burn holes in your belly like Henny
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Betty, turn up dead like Freddy
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For owing niggas fetti
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Get cut with the machete
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Lift you up quick with the desy
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Smuggle drugs stuffed in the teddy
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Your bitch get fucked, missionary
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Visionary, I bust shots out
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The tinted end daddy
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Ghetto poet
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Four up in the rodent look bloated
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You shouldnt¡¯ve gloated, I unloaded
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I was molded to stand up
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When other niggas folded
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The spirit out your body just floated
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Word to my son, I¡¯ll murder a bum
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Turn your thumb, until it swell up like plum
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Your future look glum
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I heard I feel numb, I¡¯m numb when guns
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bang on you like steel drums, spill blood
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Plus sweat before I lift the iron up, stretch
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Clutch the tec, bust til your wet heads
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rubberneck
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Like, ¡°Damn, what a fucking mess.¡±
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Who want come test or unimpressed
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Make you undress
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To eat food like I¡¯m underfed
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Dump with the Feds, like I¡¯m on the dead
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With one in the head
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Don¡¯t let it be left unsaid
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Roc Marciano |