| I was in the tomb, until I moved where it’s sunny
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| Now If you listen closely, you can hear my diamonds hummin'
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| I’m used to pocket change, so its funny gettin' money
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| Either I’m filling up my lungs, or I’m filling up my tummy
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| The Legends of the Hidden Temple, 24 carrot emblems
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| Chain look like Olmec, rings lookin' like the Incas
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| Mayans on my diamonds, they admire when we arriving
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| Whole team fucking cashed, see the sesh up on my eyelids
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| Gemstones float, while the ash flow down
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| Know we make our own juice, like we make our own sounds
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| No free verse, cause I don’t do charity
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| Pistol in my face, crack a smile, there ain’t no scaring me
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| Everybody wanna sound so damn unique
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| But if I heard your song, I ain’t thinkin' bout' the who’s he
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| Bitch I’m thinking turn it down, know you thinking fuck this boy
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| Go ahead and speak a word, I promise I will love you boy
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| Bitch I’m thinking turn it down, know you thinking fuck this boy
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| Go ahead and speak a word, I promise I will love you boy |