| How it feel, how it feel
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| To have a real one in your corner, baby?
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| They can never clone it, baby
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| How it feel, how it feel
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| To have a real one in your corner, baby?
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| They can never clone it, baby
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| How it feel, how it feel
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| To have a real one in your corner, baby?
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| They can never clone it, baby
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| How it feel, how it feel
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| To have a real one in your corner, baby?
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| They can never clone it, baby (Okay)
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| When you got visions of being the man
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| Sometimes other people won’t understand
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| Gotta go hard for yours, maintain the upper hand
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| Rollin' up grams with this chick who’s super thick but she from Japan
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| Soaking up some vibes, workin' on my tan
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| Another show, another two hundred grand stuffed in the safe
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| There ain’t no comparison to my watch and the one you wearin'
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| Weed so loud, you hear it
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| Pull up and we the ones they wanna stare at
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| Fuck an appearance
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| You hear us talk it then we really live it
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| Houses with tanks, fifty thousand dollar fish up in 'em
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| My team was built to win
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| Hit your broad with that venom
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| Pro clubs and Levi denims
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| You can tell by our women
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| And all these legendary bars I’m pennin'
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| Come to my mansion if you wanna kick it
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| Flooded with digits, boss up, it’s your decision
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| You lookin' fucked, we stuck to the business
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| Yeah yup
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| How it feel, how it feel
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| To have a real one in your corner, baby?
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| They can never clone it, baby
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| How it feel, how it feel
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| To have a real one in your corner, baby?
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| They can never clone it, baby
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| How it feel, how it feel
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| To have a real one in your corner, baby?
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| They can never clone it, baby
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| How it feel, how it feel
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| To have a real one in your corner, baby?
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| They can never clone it, baby
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| Ten steps ahead of these niggas
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| Wanna last in this game, then you better be
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| Rollin' so much weed, look like the '70s
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| Newer chain, copped a better piece
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| The crib mine, nigga, fuck a lease
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| She off the leash, bank account in Greece
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| Gettin' mine to say the least
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| Put it down, she tell me I’m a beast
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| Soon as 2009 get released
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| We got more heat for the streets
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| Fuckin' up her sheets, 100K a week
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| Rich but I stay discreet
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| You know how them major players be
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| Tell her she can stay or leave
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| Can’t believe, but we really achieved it
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| Bars are seamless
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| Money large, wrist anemic
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| I ain’t there unless my team is in it
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| Ain’t nothing new, we been here a minute
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| Trips to Spain and Venice just to handle our business
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| Don’t leave a thing unfinished
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| Champagne with our dinners
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| Going strong every inning
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| Some shit you might wanna witness
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| Yeah yup
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| How it feel, how it feel
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| To have a real one in your corner, baby?
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| They can never clone it, baby
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| How it feel, how it feel
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| To have a real one in your corner, baby?
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| They can never clone it, baby
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| How it feel, how it feel
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| To have a real one in your corner, baby?
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| They can never clone it, baby
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| How it feel, how it feel
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| To have a real one in your corner, baby?
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| They can never clone it, baby
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| How it feel, how it feel
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| To have a…
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| Real one in your corner, baby?
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| They can never clone it, baby
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| They can never clone it, baby
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| How it feel, how it feel
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| To have a real one in your corner?
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| They can never clone it, baby
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| They can never clone it, baby |