| As the sun rise I wake in my apartment
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| Think how many banks I could take out a 100 large in
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| For my day is started I walk in the closet
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| Pop a tag, grab a garbage bag to split my cigars in
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| F’s in the carpet go with my Fendi garment
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| Watchin' Game Time, who had 50, that was Harden
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| Throwin' gang signs, gettin' busy at the garden
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| Shorty Facetime, real pretty, and she dark skinned
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| They lost a margin, a big cut
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| Caught slimin' at the pick up
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| Wonder why he ain’t pick up
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| They found five in his pick up
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| Where you at? |
| Let’s get up
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| Need to know where that coke go
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| And was it the boys? |
| Was it the niggas we both know?
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| I’m like oh no, load six in the .44
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| Grab me the 12 gage, hit it right in low coat
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| They low though at a loft in Soho
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| Tell 'em we want it back, pay double the
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| I ain’t with that, we can rap when I get back
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| Gather the click clacks, call on who to go kidnap
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| Snatch a six pack, get low and just sit back
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| We never panic, we got mechanics to fix that
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| This that real shit, gotta let niggas kill shit
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| Make 'em feel it, let 'em know that it’s still lit
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| Designer lace, them pretty Porsches in our ace
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| The city’s nauseous, they see the fortress as high stakes
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| Annihilate, violation, they out of place
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| Accommodate, take whatever out of the safe
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| It’s the game though, back and forth, the same old
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| Friend or foe, we at the end of the rainbow
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| Say it ain’t so, not a talk on my thing show
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| I been about it since British walkers and Kangos
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| In a Range Rove, holler back when I change clothes
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| So we can creep on the streets and let these lames know
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| So that’s the angle? |
| I try time with cables
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| Make 'em lie on the table then put the iron in his naval
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| What’s the time they gave you? |
| We at the diner on Maple
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| Know my slimes is able, a bunch of lions and bengals
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| Tired of serachin', ridin' around conversion
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| On my mind’s the urge to see slime in person
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| I can’t wait, what’s the plan ay? |
| Let’s go with plan A
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| Meet up with gang day, headshots soon as we handshake
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| It’s simple, play like you cripple wearin' a trench coat
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| See me talkin', speed up the walkin', and let the fifth go
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| Keep it movin', pass up the tool, and that’s when you get ghost
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| Start manoeuvrin', later we coolin' and have her big toast
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| It’s the lifestyle just follow lead
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| So take it off or die in ring, Apollo Creed
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| It’s 'bout survival, you lift the rifle, you gotta squeeze
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| On the Bible, could win the title if you got a team
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| Nah mean? |
| Vado |