Real nigga play the feel with the long 40
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Gave the cold like a pimp, dress all gordy
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Jumping out of a gold 6 40, this is his story
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Bitch I'm in it for the chips and the glory
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Listeners adore me, fly hoes kneel before me
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You're not fit to put your hand on a movie
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You're rich but you're still corny
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My crib's hit bottom rock cory
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I'm up 25 stories, tied and get the shooters know the resume
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Rest chevrolet ak, no pepper spray,
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Your shades shoot through the picture like an x ray
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Collect the pay where the meds play,
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The chain hang by the chest play ignorant shit
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Quarter million on the wrist, throw you in the water with the fish
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Paint the town let the cape hang round, dip the J
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Run the hood, dictate, how my dick taste, great
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Squish grapes, move at a swift pace, get cake
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They in between break the template, like an afe
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The blade hit the free base, treat the brick like an inmate face
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Run the brake like gave a win game get your shit straight
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Squeeze to 15th like a big snake, fixate
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Nice lips for a dick slave, bang, brain hang like a dingalang
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Bring the banger, every day's like a cliff hanger
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Tip the waiter, progress like ice skater
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Knife, late night, dice saker, meet the maker,
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Price, like paper, type slice pause I'm a baker
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Polite nature, the waves with the light taker
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45, that's a life changer
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I swore oath on a chandelier, as inside the air on his throne
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He turned his head, I shot him dead, don't you know
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If I survive, I ain't never coming back, I shot the king, I shot the king
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Yo, hit em up, jump in the truck, play the card, kicked up
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My bass gator got scraped up, lace us up, from legit to corrupt
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Lift the cup, your feet go up, at the key club
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Keep the snob, sleep snob
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Release slugs while my lady bug steam in the tub
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Give me some guns and a mean plug, the team grub
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Twisted green trup for the whole dub
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Put on the gloves because, cut drugs, with the thugs
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Before I had peace fuss moving on your turf with the good work, silk shirt
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Low quill get killed, lift in fuck niggas kill, blood spilled
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Hit the note left covered in filth
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Get dead with the pistol concealed in the pin field
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Spin your top like a pinguil
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Sit still nigga chill with a bitch like miss brazil
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Used to feel like a young warren hill
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Cut the body at the saw mill, every song is a will
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My life's on film, I write what I feel
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Did my time in the phil, my mom full of diamonds is fill
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Sniff the fish in the criss bill
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It's the real, swiff with the steel
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Hindu gil with the pill
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I shoot girl from the feel?
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Never miss, never will,
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Click your heels, it's a deal
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Quick get your wig peeled
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You got fucked, how the dick feel?
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I Shot the King
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Roc Marciano |