[INTRO]
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Yeah, check, Marc
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Back for the crown baby
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AV that’s brown like gravy
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Style is wavy
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Lazy eye Tracy McGrady
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Deliver like an 80 pound baby
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I’m a horse, you a rope
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I let off Macks
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You crap in your clothing
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Golden moments
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Rolls Royce driver named Coleman
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45 watch game frozen
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Scared to death
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Mad salty like a potato chip
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You know the routine
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I’m out to break a bitch
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Over the stove with the bakers mitt
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I’m still on that gangsta shit
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Burning that dour
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European footwear
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I’m coming off a real good year
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Kush in the air
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Them niggas like books, Look square
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I swear they don’t even got hood flare
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I’m a natural, You little rascal
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Homo swag, I wouldn’t put it past you
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Changes invested, faith’s tested
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I paid for the necklace and ate breakfast
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My thoughts is pour torches left corpses
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My chariot pulled by horses
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Ya’ll doo-doo, I’ll sock it to you
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Pierce your rib with the spear like Shaka Zulu
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Cops pursue you
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When you got pies like Lu Lu
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Control a whore’s mind like voodoo
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Suave, CL 5 grey in the driveways
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Menage a trois on Fridays
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Peel bills consistent
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And just to think I willed this into existence
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Memories of being broke are now distant
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I insisted biscuits
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For all that I did to get rich then
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I hope within you forgive the kid like a
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Christian
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To get rich then, I hope within
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You forgive the kid like a
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[Hook]
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From the deuce to the tre
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From a tre to an eighth
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From an A to a K to a 9 from a K
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From a K to the grey, 45 all black
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All black 45, from a tec to a mac
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Big dinners, dilemmas
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I ride in a Plymouth
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Listening to the Spinners
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I love the art but it’s a business
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D’s trying to pin us
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Cause what I do with the pen is stupendous
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Young niggas look up to us like father figures
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Design fly rhymes like architecture
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Modern philosopher
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The feds trying to pop at us
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But ya’ll ain’t got the proper size nuts
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Line me up without the iron cuff
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Reclined in the truck
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My mind like a diamond in the rough
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Apply the cut gotta come up
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Got to sit tough, Chronic is puff
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Wallets is buff, I’m a stud
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Dollars is spotted with blood
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The nine snub
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Should hold you out with thugs
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You forgot what it was, huh?
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Well bitch that’s what is though
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Pitch em an O Lou Ferrigno, indo
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Flowed out the benz
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Tinted windows
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Pimp bones
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Exotic skin tones
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Ear lobes flooded with gem stones
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Money put in a hoes flip ten folds
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Gotta stack it
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Ya squad is at the bottom of the bracket
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That’s why I keep the llama in the bomber
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jacket
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That’ll push yo whole yarmulke backwards
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[Hook]
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From the deuce to the tre
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From a tre to an eighth
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From an A to a K to a 9 from a K
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From a K to the grey, 45 all black
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All black 45, from a tec to a mac
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Gangsta Mack. Back.
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Tek to a Mack
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| Roc Marciano |
