| We ready for the summer, us having a drout, I doubt that
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| All that rubbish, threw it out in the trash
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| Ocupational haserd, thumb skull for life, came a long way from countin cash
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| Outdo sickness, sittin on a mountain of stacks
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| We don’t applaud frauds, only clap for winners
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| I’m a fuckin great white shark, swimmin in a pool of flippers
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| And the points drop way down when we movin figures
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| I only speak in code, and broken language, like move the trigger
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| Breakfast, Gucci slippers
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| Stuntin now, livin reckless
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| Wake up, put my pants on, fuck around, make hit records
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| 60 with Simands, then we go to the playoffs
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| Credit like 8 50, soon as the Pattec is payed off
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| Fuck havin lawyer money, I need oil tycoon money
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| Filthy soial money, get that spoiled money
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| Bricks like '86, whips like '87
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| South side in Yonkers New York, I’m a legend
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| Salute all the kings, what up, all you peasants
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| Life in the ghetto is rough, and unpleasant
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| Life as a drug dealer was my first zero, started off with zero
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| Bitches used to treat him like a weirdo, then he got larger
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| With a car and the fur, and the bitches have to treat him like a star
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| 2017, but it’s bricks like 86
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| I was only 12 in the crack spot, servin' black top
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| Now we order bettys off the laptop
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| Health cartel at the half not, Ghost, nigga!
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| We got bricks like '86, money like '89
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| I was too young to get it, it’s probably what made me rhyme
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| Soon as I came of age, started movin' them dimes
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| Then I took it to doves, now they showin' me love
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| Got 'em lookin for me, somebody done cooked it for me
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| First they thought it was a game, but now they like, look at shorty
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| Plus, I’m off the beeper, stay there, I’ma meet ya
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| Straight water and coke out the beaker, ether
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| What other niggas do, don’t concern me
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| While I’m on my journey, put something away for an attorney
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| Then I’m on the block, till the grams are Swayze
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| The supply is so high, the demand is crazy, what? |