| One and only mac like roni
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| Mannie fresh jiggin into motherfuckin home base
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| Damier checks that’s a motherfuckin cold case
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| Lookin all around and its nothin like the old place
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| Whoa
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| Black rob when I open up my eyes I’m the first one surprised
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| When I’m lookin like whoa
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| Use to pay in quarters now we pull up the store
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| Baby run on through the door like go
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| Team never gave a fuck sesh forever going up
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| Every second of the day, every breath that’s in my lungs
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| Every time I fumigate
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| Turn the breeze to a gust
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| Drop it down where you stay?
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| We could stop drop and roll forever
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| Cause fires happen no matter the weather
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| You can hope for the best but you know the worst might come
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| Just leave my body somewhere dark
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| Put all my things in a box on the porch
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| Ffade into the scene
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| Know its bones
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| No «who's he?»
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| So they pull they cameras out and zoom like boosie
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| Fruits of my labor, all my fruits from the neighbors
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| I don’t bend for no favors
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| Bitch I give em every flavor
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| Moves everyday and that’s how I’ve remained
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| Ever since Nigo had the ice cream chain
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| Back when a 100 dollars sounded like a dream
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| Now it’s 100 times that every time I scream
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| The bandwidth way too ligh for me
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| I break the server
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| I fry the machine
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| See people never really took a liking to me
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| Up until now they turn from sour to sweet
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| We could stop drop and roll forever
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| Cause fires happen no matter the weather
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| You can hope for the best but you know the worst might come
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| Just leave my body somewhere dark
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| Put all my things in a box on the porch |