| Young aggressor, born into the life of crime
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| I would walk down the streets strapped with two nines
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| Bitch smacking, jacking niggas, G dub stacking figures
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| Police drive by, I was click clacking triggers
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| Jay3 De Lucas put me with the fam to grow
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| I was a boss amongst white boys rocking the flow
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| I had hoes, bankrolls and minks by the dozen
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| My ride’s quick, they just wasn’t
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| Trying to make me a made man, they fucked up the game plan
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| I blacked out on them and started my own clan
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| Black Gambino, black suits, black Syndicate
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| My crime fam was tight, every move was intricate
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| The coke was brought in from by bad Columbian mules
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| Gorgeous women that I draped down in jewels
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| Streets fight started, mafia wars in Italy
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| Crime fam against fam and no one could do diddely
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| Do the dirty work, bring in the coke by the boatloads
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| Go against the grain, nigga, I feed nose holes
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| Follow no family rules, rules are for fools
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| Chase the paper cause it’s the cash that rules
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| Fuck the lord of fam, it’s the lord of land
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| You don’t like how I move then try to force my hand
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| I’m moving keys, they couldn’t touch my pianos
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| Putting pressure on them Gambinos…
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| They love my money, they hate to see a nigga getting it
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| Selling drugs is taboo, but I ain’t fucking sweating it
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| The dirt gotta get done so I took my position
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| One day I’m just… with a lot of ambition
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| Next I got status, dinners with all courses
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| Flights in and out of the country, they getting nauseous
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| Money, power, respect; |
| rise of the black suits
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| Talk shit behind my back, but to my face salute
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| Hugs and handshakes, they can’t stop my reign
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| Got the coconut, pilots bringing shit on their plane
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| It’s a shame, they ain’t have the balls to make moves
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| They pussies, couldn’t walk a mile in my shoes |