Folding bills where I hone my skills
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I was a soldier in the field
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Where you only get to eat what you could kill
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I keep the steel in the clean Seville
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Bad bitch rolling off a E pill
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Treat a rich hoe like a cheap thrill
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We ill, we ill, we ill, we ill
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Ain¡¯t no love, and if it was
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I wouldn¡¯t own a snub and some gloves
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Seen niggas get plugged over the grub,
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Hoes got dug, your 0-5 bug will hit the mud
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I hit the pub, lifted the mug
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Bitches hit the club
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I slipped a clip in the gun
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Niggas on the run
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My skin don¡¯t get enough sun
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I had to winter my lungs to overcome
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I¡¯m still paying for my past tense
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Sitting in the E class Benz
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Black ski mask, black timbs
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Platinum mac ten
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That¡¯ll shatter your Cadillac tints
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Strange days, cocaine¡¯s weighed by the eighth
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Young niggas is chased by the jakes
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Create freebase
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He bakes pies and cakes
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And fiends form lines to taste
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I played the A8
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While my primates decides your fate
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And killed the vampire with the steak
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I¡¯m a threat behind the designer specs
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Fly, you might find me in a spiderweb
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Don Juan dialect, Hawaiian dime
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Got her by the neck
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What¡¯s your pimping worth?
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When you pick the lint off shirts
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Whores disperse for kids
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To put the fork in dessert
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For talking, I put the Porsche in reverse
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Flesh get tossed into the Earth
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After I draw and squirt
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I plant my feet upon foreign dirt
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Roll up the purp, with a smart ¡°fuck you¡± smirk
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I lift the Rose up til the muscles burn
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Hustle and earn
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The handle on the thirty two is pearl
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Do a set of concentration curls
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High fashion, climaxing on satin
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The outside of the tilapia was blackened
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Share the gift, wood gear shift
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I appear in the mist
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Then dip like Tokyo Drift
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Caress the fifth like Professor Griff
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Texture is slick
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Ten in your whip
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Now may you rest with the fish
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Squeeze glocks for stocks, three quarter fox
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Thick big pitbull jawlock, I¡¯m the warlock
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My lines go for ten a pop like orange tops
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Fuck you niggas with a horse¡¯s cock
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I¡¯m taking mines off the top
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Whores watch as we board the yacht
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Like George C. Scott, Ciroc
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Five drops of olive oil in the wok
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Presidential watch, call it Barack
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Black face shit, with the invisible locks
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To get you shot just like the Hitchcock plot
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We ill, we ill, we ill, we ill
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We Ill
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Roc Marciano |