We don't say swag no more we say swank
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[Verse 1:]
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Yo, yo, Hip-Hop's a jungle
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Uh, lost in his time I'm just tryna get it like a Porsche in it's prime
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These fake niggas sumblime, life of fine sights
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Visual fortune but the price ain't quite right
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The slice ain't quite ripe
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Still pulling strings how I fly but I don't like kites
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How they gon' treat Brooklyn's finest not as fine as diamonds?
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If I nice, surrounded by hard flow like Icelands
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Now we getting icing, finances nice
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And I don't like surprises, I like superb prices rising
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It's the least I could do, these verses priceless
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Rehearsing and bike in reverse her eyelid until she curse in silent
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Got a problem solve it, all my Pros saw this
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We all gon' die and until then we mobbing
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So don't push me, Uh, I'm close to the pussy, even
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Closer to the know-ledge dropped out of college
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In advance hit the ground running like it's ants in my pants
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Honey, pop was a bumbaclot and had a queen bee Mommy
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Uh, I love her to the tissue, disrespect my blood and it's an issue
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She like "This you on the cover for real? Ah you so official."
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Now go ahead and buy you some shoes that really fit you
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I know she always think of little me, but now I got big literally
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Worldwide and physically
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I'm saying I used to take walks around Little Italy
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Now I roam 'round Sicily
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And I'm plotting on a mili
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[Verse 2:]
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Hmmm another loud pack another proud cat
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Eight pound that, Hip-Hop sounds been profound back
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Slow down that, metronome nigga
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Let it hit home when the specimen showin' gold glitter
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Got an icy trigger, your true ideology
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I can subtract one with the gun that's true trigonometry
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But that won't coincide with the true nigga that I'm a be
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It's raw poverty I kicks philosophies
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Not because I rock Soccer tees
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I ain't gon' beg but I can plead
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Rocking socking sockets out your knees
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Fulfill your needs with similes not simiLIES
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Spit that unfamiliar, put that on familia
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For love Hip Hop, ladies rub your papillas
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Fellas beat they chest like they Silverback Gorillas
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It's the new age, children of the crystal healers
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Thinking I'm butterfly try catapult caterpillars
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[Outro: x2]
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After years of constructing they start the substance
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So I keep my circumference of deep fried friends like dumplings
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But fuck that nigga we munching, we hungry
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Swanking [x3]
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I see you Jigga!
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Hilary Swanking
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Hillary Swank
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| Joey Badass |
