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Brazil, Canary, young Ronaldo
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Miller convo, high with chic, Khalifa condo
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Watchin Rondo, Boston George
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On a cross with they closed caskets, fore they open doors
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I pray for Mecca, flood my neck up
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I hear the roar, let er go see the doctors, I get my checkup
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Tape is turnin, pots burnin
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Out here them niggas talkin, death squad and we servin
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EPMD, got E, peas and D
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Crop some flavors, totems, mother nature
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Shout to ary, military
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Nigga mind with a military grind, that’s necessary
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That’s my nigga Chinx, icy watch, niggas blink
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Throw the mink in the fire like my nigga Fring
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Upper echelon, doin shit you never on
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Coke Boy til my last breath
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(Verse)
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Sicillian, said dealer dons penmanship
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Dark sentences, couldn’t ride, got denied membership, auto Benedict
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White Benzes’s, 5% shit
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Kick open them doors and bring yo niggas in, G citizen
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Flood law like 5 dealerships, God feelin shit
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Life’s a puzzle, wise niggas die, try finish it
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Died as a glorious king, most benevolent
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Delegate the business with my fellowship, Queens resident
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Never hesitant, seems evident
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DEA couldn’t build a case without the evidence
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Shot work like a sensi, tu comprende?
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Motion picture shit, fuck around and win a Oscar de la Renta
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You gain the world then it’s all yours
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We stash money in the floor boards, numbers on them snow boards
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Plenty accolades, more wars
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Made it out the slums where yo closest niggas clap, no applause
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Coke Boys still be on, cus Siglier boomin, it’s Young Vito Corleone
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God Body
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| French Montana |
