| Yeah… poet, politician, playa when necessary
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| This is AZ, I’m your host for the evening
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| It’s Magic Hour… how we gonna do this?
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| No stress, we on the sands in Tahiti
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| Bare chest, you bastards, 30 grand on the pinky
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| Respect, finesse movements like your hands in graffiti
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| Grey Goose, mixed with grape, cran and the kiwi
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| It’s truth holds galore, rose gold, clothes galore
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| Take paper 'til they close the door
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| Either or, corner hustle or hustle on tour
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| To seen it all, nothing left but to stumble no more
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| And the sex is phantasm
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| Flow, campaigns 'em
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| Dough, can’t change 'em
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| Courts, can’t arraign 'em
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| It’s sports, Titanium quartz, Iranian taught
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| I came to enforce, all the bangers is brought
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| Brought the bang at your fort, torch and tangle your thoughts
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| Scorch and stand if you’re short, so of course
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| Just to chill and conversate, kneel and salaam alaik
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| Millions I’m trying to chase, illin' from out the gate
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| Get it right my feelings is not awake
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| Ducatti bikes, shipped from out of state
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| The pressure is on, the blunts is lit
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| My presence is strong, it’s real I’m amongst the mix
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| The Wesson is long, I move like I’m on some shit
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| So testin' is wrong 'cause once guns is drawn, that’s it
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| The beats the rap the game is done
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| We leave, we at, we smack, we bang them guns
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| We beat with bats, we scrap, we came, we come
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| So, peace to that he’s back nigga, one…
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| Yea, Chairman of the Board, man
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| Black Leader, the Mecca Don
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| El Presidente… Ladies and Gentlemen
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| All I do is bring the life to a dead game the moment I came
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| Under my umbrella, my flag, my name
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| If the ship leaving the port, cruise to the resort
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| You can’t be serious baby, this is sport
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| Gotta make my rounds, head wolf of this pack
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| Till it’s me an A' steppin' out of both sides of that Maybach
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| We can eat lovely, just don’t interrupt me
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| And mix all this checkmate with that quiet money
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| I can see it all bubblin' the move is no troublin'
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| I’ma give you the plug and the Sosa
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| They all love CL, no jail for homie
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| Only gotta tell me one time, don’t fuck me Tony
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| Just buy weight fly straight and keep me right
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| And I don’t care what I spend on security
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| It helps me sleep at night
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| See nothing sharp as me
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| You take it in air, you can’t compare
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| To the initials engraved in my office chair
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| The boss is here, we deep in the game
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| You can’t do it the same
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| You gotta bring a strong leash for your dame or pop up
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| Speaking of cheddar, me and son peak it together
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| Can’t feel it’s the real deal or let the meatballs meet the Beretta
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| Smellin' like fresh cut leather
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| Odd color called sarsaparilla
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| The curtain is drawn the seat’s vanilla
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| Let him see heat forever
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| Taking that seat empowers
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| All you want in this Magic Hour |