[Verse 1]
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Cocaine cowboys, heroin Indians
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Drug dealer fly, which car to put the fendy in?
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I’m in the condo on the Louie couch
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New York fly nigga, California gooey out
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Mobster, know I got the Tully out
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Cops come, they don’t even put the doobie out
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From the block, them niggas make a movie out
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Everybody fly like the got gear from groovy house
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G’d up, know what you out for
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I get high riding out to the outlaws
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Cook right here and low to south pole
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Get off the turn pike, different route yall
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How I know? sent a different scout yall
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Try to figure how the cat got the mouse yall
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Try to figure how the dog got the cat yall
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From the hood where they let it go blaaatt yo
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Weird science, simple mad
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Take da cab wherever you got the rental at
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Check the spot wherever the connect sent you at
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Check the credit, a homie that fuckin’ lend you that
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[Verse 2]
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Smoke great, at the table baggin’ up snow flakes
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9 mil on my waist but I don’t feel so safe
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Cuz a lot of niggas is ghostface
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I mean two-faced bitches get your food lace
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I don’ stay in the spot unless the moves straight
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I’d rather be mad high in my new place
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Rather be mad high in my old place
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Wonder if the pearly gates is white like Colgate
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A lot of dollar bills, can’t fold straight
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Cuz the nof they told you that the plot’s thick
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You run away, you gon hear the Glock click
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God bless us ignorant and obnoxious
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[Verse 3]
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European, American, V's wit the smoke tint
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Ten rack, black label suit with the smoke scent
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Meet the connect by the ocean
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I do my deals on the beach
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Up to my neck in the water, it ain’t sweet
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Trust is an issue, the icepick tip
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Wit the rust gon hit you and cut through your tissue
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Cuz you could go to jail, nigga they act like they miss you
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It was only when they see you and then gone and forget you
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I fell in love with the money and lust with the pistol
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Always hated the cops, say fuck when they get you
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I’m still Kill Bill ill
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Monster from 300, talkin’ money the G’s wanted
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We roll up then we load up
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It’s a cocaine deal or hold up
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I could care less ‘bout the set that U throws up
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[Verse 4]
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Came from the nothing, used to have nothing
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Now I’m somebody and I got a little something
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Rich nigga, rich nigga, you don’t know this nigga
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I don’t like snakes, I kill it if it hiss nigga
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Rat nigga, snitch nigga
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Rap nigga fuck ‘em all
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The possy’s over there, tell your girl go suck ‘em off
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They say I’m underrated, I just be in faded
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Cuz niggas would have your name all on the affidavit
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I find it fascinating, I know how to kill ‘em all
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Holiday would kill ‘em all but ghost procrastinating
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You could see the Holy Ghost, I stretch you flat
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And leave some herb in your pocket, you could call that the Holy Smoke
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We ain’t cut from the same cloth
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I’m the boss, we couldn’t work for the same boss
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Point blank nigga, I will shoot your brains off
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in da spot where the Montega and the canes soft
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But you know that today’s hard
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Dealing death and it ain’t no safe cards
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That’s alchemist, this alchemy
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Sniper on the balcony, higher than the falcon be
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It’s a pack of wolves, man you know where the alpha be
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Guns going off but the drugs go south of me
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If anybody is out for me
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Better go the fuck in cuz I’mma go the fuck in
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New York fly, California high
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Miami hustle when I get up on the pie
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Down south lean, Midwest bounce
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And the one to double up is the buck that counts
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The Myth
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| Styles P |
