[Hook]
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I'm in that all black booth
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See how I be leaning like I'm on that dope
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Certified grinding nigga wore that coat
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Knock your ass over like poor black folk
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Back up the cope like quick a hose
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Take notes play the stove ,lames are disposed
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Straight 8 o's banging your clothes
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Train hoes the game's to be sold not told
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Learn life lessons late night fright leopards
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Polo down like Tyson Bedford
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Flow is nice the blow is right like Robert Redford
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But little homie this is just textbook
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Flesh is cook bust my gun like them kids in red hook
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Keep you jumping like Russel Redsbroke
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They can't be better put
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We live fast got a left foot
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Push 7's out a metal book
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The metal get whooped
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You fine and scheling it in the hood
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I sat and had a sip at the gentlemen club
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Intelligent writers pockets got elephantitus
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Come with choppers like helicopter pilots
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I drive a 5 life sided pop iron
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Tryin' to make a hole for you like lime and
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Design the trans are high and I'm disguised in
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Cardi as white things my eyes had
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Take advice from wise men where ends
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Rhymes with deep you might wanna dive in and swim
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You feel the pain and the music
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My ways are polluted big chains hang stupid
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It's how we do shit
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You already know how we play nigga
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[Hook]
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I'm in that all black booth
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See how I be leaning like I'm on that dope
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Certified grinding nigga wore that coat
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Knock your ass over like poor black folk
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Back up the cope like quick a hose
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Take notes play the stove ,lames are disposed
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Straight 8 o's banging your clothes
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Train hoes the game's to be sold not told
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Before the night part life started
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Don't be on it at 4 in the morning
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Get extra sketched in that white chalk
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It's raining and storming the water's quite dark
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King pins killers turning for it thinking they might walk
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No playing no planking have you walking the plank
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Now you fool for them sharks in the tank
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From a hood where we sharping our shanks
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King pins get stripped of their ranks
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They watching chain plus the pinky ring
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Come through customs from a couple things
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6 15 claim with custom rims
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M 16 with a couple clips
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Most burn pumps with a pistol grip
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Silencers , infrared all official shit
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A few main cannons off of my pirate ship
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Married to Mariah Carry as I hug the strip
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Some now with the rolex strapped around the wrist
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Blowing cannabis I navigate I want you first
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Born to blow miles straight from off the dealership
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We pour liquor in remembrance
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[Hook]
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I'm in that all black booth
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See how I be leaning like I'm on that dope
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Certified grinding nigga wore that coat
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Knock your ass over like poor black folk
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Back up the cope like quick a hose
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Take notes play the stove ,lames are disposed
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Straight 8 o's banging your clothes
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Train hoes the game's to be sold not told
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You ain't have a clue
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You niggers had to see it had to do
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Just to have some weed to take at you
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Need to make a stew,
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The need to feed leader fatal brew
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And the streets need deep naze crew
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They lied to prop that's what the haters do
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The gaze and the trays and evade gage is blue
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We gonna touch the custies wave 'em too
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Rug in the public covered our neighbors too
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Our haters grew and not necessarily sending them home with confidence
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Temporarily went it all in consequences
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Fuck man know I'm speaking for the fire word
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That decying my fans pour preachers to the choir
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We in the dirt, reaching with desire
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That's why we slang the word see before we buy it
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Cook it up keep it on frying
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Pump enough bass to make the speakers burst
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So we can all retire
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Not Told
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Roc Marciano |