| Brazil, Canary, young Ronaldo
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| Miller convo, high with the sheek, Khalifa condo
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| Watchin Rondo, Boston George
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| On a cross with they closed caskets, before they open doors
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| I pray for Mecca, flood my neck up
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| I hit her raw, let her go see the doctors, that’s how I get my checkup
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| Tables turnin, pots burnin
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| I don’t hear them niggas talkin, Def squad, Eric Sermon
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| EPMD, got E, P’s and D
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| Crack some flavors, totems, mother nature
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| Shout to Harry, 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 Frank
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| Upper echelon, doin shit you never on
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| Coke Boy til my last breath… Gone
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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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| Front lawn like five 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 |