| Fresh fruits out the juicer
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| Since juvi jail taught well, I’m a trooper
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| If she can tell it’s a louie smell like a scooper
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| And the black blue is your cell, bumping new fuck
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| Same lusual, linen shorts and loafs
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| Been in forced to coast, contenders call me the ghost
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| Why crope, when women open they throat
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| Sophisticated the dope, with stimulating results
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| The soul still afloat, still a mill in the vote
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| Still appeal to the real when it’s wrote
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| Proper approach I play, check the resume
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| Fuck what the records say
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| Only a few of the fire could really rap this way
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| Chick fetish, I ball with the bricks bedded
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| No daughters the dick’s leverage
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| It’s nothing to discredit, embedded
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| Born with it, my vision was all vivid
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| I’m living and all did it
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| Decisions is more digits
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| More explicit, more deliberative
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| More 'so what is it
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| Son of the starter, my aura is the adora
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| A storm can lead the slaughter on quarters, deep on waters
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| Seek on co morals, speak, speech are farer
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| 2 neat to lauder, 2 at peace for'
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| I applaud you, fold the pressures and duck your broads
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| Tryina destroy your hords of the Pandora
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| Or cam corder, caught with a gram short up
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| Mandatory 5, that’s when nan was alive
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| Rap is in danger man, necklace is saying that shit
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| Give her no dick, that’s how you really restrain a bitch
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| I’m no husein to this rap, hool is who gassiness
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| For every tale spittin, that others claim nigga is crazy with
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| Up in Mercedes whips, new Gucci glue lady kicks
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| Here wavy, stay fly in that 80′s tip
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| What can they say to this
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| Let em pray and wiss
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| At any minute, the nigga can hornicate the wrist
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| Slight risk but speak truth the great zeus
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| All I do is just fuck noth and eat food
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| From v troops to Venezuela
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| Sent the tell up, it’s all done for the century
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| So it’s in the cellar
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| Hey fella, only few can measure
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| Taking papers pleasant, they invitation vanilla
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| The arm legger, arm head with don craig
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| I’m no one to be whack rap know I’m celeb
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| From magic city to miss America pageants
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| Got me passing on pussy never imagine
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| And swiss crashing, eating from leets laughing
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| Sneak a freak, keep up with feet fashion
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| They keep asking how is the shine lasting
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| I’m too ahead of my time to be a husband
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| Rhymes craft that come from fine interaction
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| So niggas passing it’s just a mind of distraction
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| Dinner napkins tuffed in the button up
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| Which mean any medallions ding is covered up
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| Sleeves cuffed, and sippin the tea cup
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| And c money’s like key money, we reeing up. |